Sweetheart should’ve learned by now. There was no such thing as privacy.
invasive
“It’s just very invasive,” I had murmured into the pillow, burying my face, trying to hide from the wetness I could feel forming in my cunt.
These are the things that are hardest to accept, the ones I feel myself enthusiastically liking despite the sheer humiliation of being forced to lie still and endure it.