I didn’t want to be touched. I wanted to take.
I came home carrying the day like fire in my chest. The details didn’t matter. What mattered was the rage, and that it had nowhere to go.
I ran through my options. Working out wouldn’t touch it. Drinking would just delay it. I didn’t want comfort. Didn’t want to talk. And then the distinction hit me: I didn’t want to get laid. I wanted to use someone. Put the fire somewhere it could burn itself out.
There was only one person I could text for that.
Joshua answered in one word: “When.”
This story contains explicit sexual content and will appeal to readers who enjoy femdom dynamics, pegging, no-strings-attached encounters, and using raw emotion as fuel for dominance.