Ahh, I’m late again. The digital clock on the dashboard of the bus mocks me as I scramble down the aisle, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. It’s my own fault, really. I spent the entire night lost in a haze of self-indulgence, my fingers buried knuckle-deep in my cunt, fantasizing about some massive, giant dick assaulting my pussy. I didn’t sleep. I just rubbed and fucked myself until my clit was raw and my sheets were soaked, chasing an orgasm that always felt just out of reach, leaving me aching, empty, and desperate for the real thing.