night time is my time

higher.

Another hit.

“C’mon, just one more.”

And she listens, because you’re asking so sweetly.

You just sit there, watching.

Studying the way her body softens, the way her thoughts start to drift, the way she leans into every word you give her.

She doesn’t even notice you’re not joining in.

Too busy floating. Too busy feeling.

By the time it really hits, she’s gone

all heavy-lidded eyes, slow reactions, quiet little sounds she doesn’t mean to make.

And you’re right there.

Guiding her. Keeping her steady.

Touching her just enough to make her realize how far gone she is…

You crave this attention, their touch. Strangers using you how daddy wants. Just a dirty set of holes for men to use