He's Got His Hooks In Me.

He texted while I was at work, and from that moment my attention was hyperfixed. I clung to every text, every word. Tried not to let my desperation show despite the way my heart pounded and my hands began to tremble.

It's like a drug. The way he knows all the right buttons to push. The appropriate level of condescension, ego. The confidence and authority his presence commands of me. I've never been like this. So weak willed. Every message is like a hit, and I need more even if I try to deny myself of it.

But he makes me want to be good. His good girl to ruin and defile. His obedient and submissive slut to use as he sees fit.

I thought I had more restraint. Told myself I did. But he fed me filthy porn, told me to take a blinker like a good girl. Ugh. It's unfair the affect he has, my panties were soaked before I even got home and I never even touched myself. I cant wait to rub my pussy tonight while I think about him, make myself fall apart. Im just a girl.