Ghh maybe it's just 'cause I'm real tired after cleanin' a bunch of blood out of my car seats this afternoon but god I miss him... Sometimes when I'm just mindin' my own business and before I know it I'm thinkin' too hard about how his voice sounds and I gotta start thinking about literally anything else before I soak my goddamn slacks through. What's worse is when I *do* hear his voice- Only it's not really him, just different versions of him, and I gotta be real professional about it. Gotta smile and go "Yessir!" while on the inside I'm trying not to shiver, cry, moan, or hell all three at once. There's nights where I just think about how he clings to my shoulders when we uh... When we'd *Dance*, or the noises he'd make just for me- and I just gotta rub myself blind... I think I gotta log off and head to bed, fucksake... #nsfw