Soft Baby Thoughts (Patreon)

Maybe I don’t need a daddy.

But I’m ovulating and this craving is eating me from inside.

It makes me so soft, so pliant.

Wanting.

I feel like bait.

I flirt with monsters, I flirt with disaster, will I outwit the dragon this time?

Have you read The Paperbag Princess?

Then maybe you’d understand.