I can’t believe how hard I am right now, just thinking about her out there, doing her thing, living her fantasy. It’s like a switch flips in my head, and suddenly, I’m a fucking rock. I thought I’d get used to it, that the thrill would wear off, but no, it’s only gotten stronger. Every time she comes home, I can feel it, the way she looks at me, the way she knows she’s got me wrapped around her little finger. And I fucking love it. I love knowing that she’s out there, being the center of attention, being desired, being worshipped. It makes me feel like a fucking king, knowing that I’m the one who gets to have her, who gets to be the one she comes home to. And when she does, when she walks through that door, I’m ready. I’m fucking hard as a rock, and I can’t wait to show her just how much I appreciate her, just how much I love her, just how much I need her. It’s a fucking rush, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
