H.A.F.

Man, I know I'm writing a lot this week, but just… this past weekend?

You got me Horny. As. Fuck.

And I can't touch you. Not as things stand.

And I can't touch myself, not often, not during summer break.

And this energy is driving me absolutely insane.

Between that outfit that you were wearing, good god.

And that you claimed me.

You claimed me.

You looked at me, looked me right in the eyes, and said in so many words: “I own you.”

You do.

I am yours.

And the fact that you sure seem to know it…

I'm not a sub or whatever, but fuuuuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkkkkk…

Yeah.

So.

H.A.F.

Good Christ.

Good Fucking Christ.

Fuck. Me.