Ohhh, you poor thing… Look at you. Sitting there, all nervous, squirming, like you don’t already know exactly what’s happening to you. Like you don’t already feel it. That little ache, that little itch deep down that you just can’t ignore anymore. I know exactly what’s been festering inside you, and I think it’s about time we bring it to the surface. Don’t you? Oh—don’t get all shy on me now. It’s cute, really. Watching you pretend that this isn’t what you want. That this isn’t what you need.
