The Daily Toilet Episode 20

Description: This grey shirt is practically painted onto me – stretched so tight across my curves, my nipples poke through like they’re begging to be seen. and maybe they are. but let’s be clear: nothing about this is for you. the fabric clings, the seams strain… and yet here i sit, regal as a queen on her throne. my toilet. you don’t get to see beneath me – that’s far too generous. but you’ll hear it. the wet, messy reality of a goddess who doesn’t need to hide. the slow, deliberate sounds of my body taking what it wants while you squirm in the dark. pathetic, isn’t it? how hard you’re straining just to catch a hint of what i’m doing? how badly you wish that shirt would ride up just one inch higher? too bad. keep listening. keep worshiping. this is your privilege… and my mercy.