#and im still going to whine

I’ve been so good. Finished every task, made my body readily available, only wore the sexiest lingerie.

And yet, when I beg for you to touch me… even the chance to grind myself against your leg, you refuse.

Your fingers run through my hair as you kiss away my desperate tears, and hold firm.

You remind me that being a good girl doesn’t mean I get to orgasm.

I nod. Being your good girl means making you happy, and I’ve done that. And so, I am happy.

But fuck. I still want to orgasm.