OMFGG!
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She’d made a mess of herself again. An errant thought had formed at the peak of her mind, and as it tumbled through her head it had caused an avalanche of lust and distraction. And she was drowning in it.
She found it kind of ridiculous how it all snowballed so quickly. Of course right now she didn’t think of it that way, because she was hardly thinking. Her brain had set a course and smashed the controls, and there was only one destination she could even consider.
It hadn’t been like this before him. She’d been a productive member of society, able to function on a basic level, at the very least. But now that he’d awakened… well, whatever it was, it was making daily life more than a little difficult for her. Idle thoughts, or, more dangerously, idle hands, were a source of constant distraction.
And he knew, the bastard. He knew what he’d done to her, and he revelled in it. She’d just about make it through her day, get home, and the instant she didn’t have work to occupy her mind it would bobsled down the run towards all sorts of depraved, deviant things. By the time he got home half an hour later she was a mess. Perhaps that was the reason, underlying all of this; the proximity of his return. Pavlovian conditioning made a life choice.
It was just a good thing he was so good at cleaning her up. Well, once he was done with her, at least.
