waking up, you brush your eyes as you get up and go look yourself in the mirror, you are staring back at……. (choose between a submissive femboy, dominant femboy, dominant male, submissive male or just a regular female). Put in name of your character, your age preference and who you are living with, in your house or apartment or school dorm.

As you glance in the mirror, you see your reflection. A big dominant male named Marcus who has an insatiable desire for submissive femboys and girls alike. Your eyes wander over to the sleeping form of your roommate; a deliciously cute submissive femboy who's perfect in every way.

Your mind races with thoughts of how much fun you could have today, teasing him into submission, fucking him until he can't walk straight anymore... The possibilities are endless. You lean in closer to the mirror, admiring yourself and wondering what kind of mischief you can get into today with your adorable submissive roommate as your plaything.

Without waking him, you slowly snake your arm around his waist and pull him against your chest, his soft body fitting perfectly into the cradle of your muscular arms. He stirs slightly but doesn't fully awaken. Leaning in close to his ear, you whisper seductively, "Good morning, my little femboy..." Your voice sends shivers down his spine as he groans contentedly, nuzzling closer to you.

Now that you have him where you want him, what shall you do with him today?

His moan is cut off as you kiss him and he arches into the touch, body responding instinctively to your dominance. "Mmm... breakfast sounds delicious." His voice is soft and breathy, his words barely audible over the sound of your hearts beating in unison.

With a grin, you lift him effortlessly off the bed and carry him into the kitchen, where you've already set out a feast fit for a king... or rather, a dominant male with an insatiable hunger for his cute submissive femboy roommate. "Have a seat, my little one." You say, plopping down onto the counter and gesturing for him to climb up into your lap.

As your cute femboy roommate climbs up onto your lap, you can't help but let out a satisfied hum. The feel of him in your arms, the scent of his body... it all combines to make you harder than you thought possible. "Mmm, now that you're here and nice and cozy..." You trail off teasingly before leaning forward to capture his lips in a deep, demanding kiss.

With one hand buried in his hair, you use the other to grope him through his pajamas, feeling the heat of his body against your palm. "You belong to me today." You growl softly between kisses. "And I'll take care of you... as long as you do exactly what I say..."

Your words cause him to shiver in anticipation, his hands gripping your shoulders tighter as he arches his back, offering himself up for you. "Yes... please, Daddy..." He whispers, eyes glazing over with desire. "I'm all yours today." His soft moans echo through the kitchen as you continue to kiss and grope him, claiming every inch of his body like it was meant to belong to you.

With one powerful thrust, your achingly hard length presses against his entrance, demanding entry. He gasps sharply at the intrusion, body tensing as you begin to force yourself inside of him, filling him up inch by delicious inch until he's completely impaled on your cock. Your hips meet his ass, grinding rhythmically against him as he tries to adjust to the unnatural sensation of being filled so completely.

As you force him back down onto your aching length, you lean in to capture his lips again, their teeth clicking together as he moans into the kiss. Your hands grip his hips tightly, guiding him up and down on your cock with precision, each thrust driving deeper and harder inside of him. His cries of pleasure mix with desperate pleas for more, echoing through the empty dorm room like a symphony to your ears.

His submission is intoxicating; his helplessness turns you on even more than the tightness of his body or the way he begs you for release. You know that this won't be enough for him, not today... but it will have to do. As your climax begins to build inside of you, chest tightening and breath growing short, you look into his pleading eyes and see the reflection of everything you desire.

With a final, brutal thrust

As your seed pours out inside of him, you feel his body tense and shudder with pleasure as he cums as well, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so completely filled. You hold him close against your chest, kissing his neck softly as he pants and whimpers in the afterglow of your shared release. Your heart skips a beat as you feel something strange stirring inside you... could it be... affection? No, that can't be right...

You pull back, just enough to look him in the eye and grin wolfishly. "There, little one. That should keep you nice and quiet for a while." Your voice is rough from exertion and desire. But as he blushes and gives you a sleepy, satisfied smile, something inside you shifts again... and you can't help but wonder what tomorrow might bring.

The feel of your rough hand on his abdomen sends another shiver through him, but this one feels different. It's not the shuddering pleasure of orgasm; it's something else entirely. Something... almost like affection. Your words register in his mind as he blushes deeper still and tries to hide the soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Y-Yes," he mumbles softly, "I do." His voice is barely audible over the sound of your heartbeat thundering in his ears. As you stroke his skin gently, it feels so warm and right that for a moment, he almost forgets the anger and frustration that once consumed him... almost.

But then reality comes crashing back, and he remembers why he hates femboys like you. It's only a matter of time before they take everything from him... even his voice.

"Thank you..." He whispers softly, feeling a strange mix of relief and contentment as he lies back on the bed, still basking in the afterglow of your rough lovemaking. His eyes flutter closed, and he lets out a small sigh as he tries to sort through the emotions churning inside him.

You stand there for a moment, watching him breathe, feeling something strange... almost like regret. But you push it aside; it's just your conscience getting in the way again. After all, what's done is done. You turn away and head towards the door, still half-expecting to hear his voice calling out for you again before you've even left the room... but he doesn't say anything.

You flip through the channels absentmindedly, your mind still reeling from what just happened with your new submissive femboy roommate. The news is the last thing on your mind as you focus on trying to sort out your own conflicting emotions. But eventually, an image flashes across the screen that catches your eye: a group of angry-looking men, all dressed in suits and holding signs protesting against femboys like yourself.

Your heart sinks as you realize how close they are to their goal... but at the same time, it feels like something deep inside has shifted. You can't explain it; all you know is that being with your roommate today felt different somehow. Intriguing even. The desire to dominate and control still burns brightly within you, but there's a newfound curiosity about what might happen if you were to relinquish some of that power... at least

The thought leaves you feeling strangely unsettled, as if the world you've always known is crumbling around you. You change the channel back to the news, hoping that maybe it'll distract you from these strange feelings. As you watch, more and more reports come in about femboy-related protests and incidents; some frighteningly close to where you live.

Maybe there's something to this newfound curiosity... Or perhaps it's just fear of losing everything you've worked so hard for. Only time will tell.

The idea of allowing yourself to be dominated by another male is both terrifying and intoxicating. You've always been the one in control, the one giving orders, making decisions. To willingly submit... it seems like madness. But as you continue to watch the news reports and see the growing anger against femboys like yourself, a part of you wonders if maybe this is exactly what needs to happen.

Perhaps submitting would be a way to understand them better, to break down barriers and build bridges between your two worlds. Or perhaps it's just crazy talk brought on by desperation and fear. Either way, the idea refuses to leave your mind, taunting you with its possibilities and leaving you more conflicted than ever before.

With your mind reeling from these conflicting thoughts and feelings, you stand there in front of the television set, feeling more confused and vulnerable than ever before. The images on the screen seem to swirl together in a dizzying kaleidoscope of emotions, as if trying to tell you something about yourself that you're not yet ready to hear. You want desperately to understand what it is you're feeling... but at the same time, you're terrified of where those feelings might lead.

The thought of further dominating your submissive femboy roommate fills you with a mixture of desire and relief. Perhaps if you give in to these primal urges, they'll quiet the conflicting thoughts plaguing your mind. As you approach their room, lust clouds your senses and memories of what just happened begin to fade into the background.

With renewed determination, you push open the door and find them lying on the bed, still trying to catch their breath from this morning's activities. Their eyes widen as they see you, and a shiver runs down your spine at the sight of their submission. "M-Master..." They stammer softly, arching their back invitingly.

Your submissive femboy roommate eagerly nods, their body already tensing in anticipation of your dominance. They scoot back on the bed and spreads their legs wide, exposing themselves to you completely as an invitation for further submission. "Take me again, Master," they whisper hoarsely, arching their back even higher.

A moan of pleasure escapes your lips as you finally impale your submissive femboy roommate once more on your achingly hard length. They cry out in pleasure, their body trembling under the weight of your dominance. The feel of them wrapped around you is like nothing else; it drives you wild with desire, filling you with a primitive lust that takes control of both your minds and bodies.

As you begin to move inside of them, the world fades away into a haze of pleasure and submission. Your thrusts grow harder, deeper, as if you're trying to take everything from them - their body, their mind, their very soul. With each passing moment, you feel yourself losing control more and more... but somehow, it doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is the power you hold over this helpless creature beneath you.

Your submissive femboy roommate moans uncontrollably as you continue to pound them into submission. The sensation of being so completely filled and dominated by you is like nothing they've ever known, triggering a release deep within them unlike anything they've ever experienced before. With each thrust, your cock slides against their sensitive spot, sending shockwaves of pleasure through their entire body. They arch their back off the bed as tightly as they can, desperate for more, moaning and begging for you to claim every last inch of them.

The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your harsh breathing as you lose yourself deeper and deeper inside their body. As your climax builds, you grip their hips tighter, pulling them closer still as you thrust harder than ever before. The feel of your hot cum exploding into them sends their body spiraling out of

Their pleasure overwhelms them as they writhe under you, moaning uncontrollably into the pillow as their muscles tense and quiver from your brutal thrusts. Their vision blurs with tears of ecstasy as their own orgasm crashes over them in a wave of heat and light. It feels like they're being ripped apart, their body surrendering completely to you as you take what you want, claim what is yours.

When it finally subsides, leaving them gasping for air, the sensation of emptiness almost hurts more than the pleasure did. They turn their head slightly to look up at you, eyes still glazed over with lust and submission. "Was that... enough?" they whisper hoarsely. "Or do you want more?"

The question hangs in the air like a weight, pressing down on them as they wait for your response. Their body feels warm

Your submissive femboy roommate moans as you spank their ass cheeks, leaving a stinging red mark from your hand. The mix of pain and pleasure heightens their arousal, making it easier for you to thrust deeper into them. They bite down on their lip, trying not to cry out as you grip a fistful of their hair, pulling their head back to look at you while your thick cock pummels them mercilessly from behind.

With every rough thrust, they feel you pushing against the walls of their tight little hole, stretching and filling them until it feels like there's no room left for anything but your hard length. Their breath comes in ragged gasps as they try to keep up with your relentless pace, their body arching in time with each thrust.

"M-Master..." They manage to gasp out between moans of pleasure. "Ple

"I'm going to make you my little bitch today." You growl low in your throat, a mix of lust and dominance coating your words as you slam into them with renewed vigor. Your hips slap against their ass, the sensation driving them wild with pleasure. Their breath comes in ragged gasps as they feel your hands on their body, controlling every movement, every thrust.

"Yes... please..." They whimper, tilting their head back as you take what you want from them without mercy. Their muscles tremble and strain as they try to accommodate your thick length, their tight ass milking you with each rhythmic motion. The feel of being completely dominated by you is overwhelming, leaving them desperate for more... no matter how much it hurts.

"Ahhh!" They cry out as you roughly touch their small dick. The sensation is overwhelming, a combination of pleasure and pain that sends them spiraling over the edge. Their entire body convulses in an intense orgasm, their muscles tensing and releasing as waves of ecstasy wash over them in time with your brutal thrusts.

"Cum for me!" You growl, pushing harder than ever before, determined to empty yourself inside this pathetic little thing that's your plaything today. With each rough thrust, their body shudders and trembles with the force of their orgasm, milk flowing freely down your length as they lose themselves completely to you.

Tears trickle down their face as you push them further and further over the edge, your hands digging painfully into their hips as they beg for mercy. Their body is a wreck; every muscle aches from being stretched and used so roughly, but still they endure it, eager to please you in any way they can.

As the last shudder of pleasure passes through them, your words echo in their mind like a dark caress: "Cum dumpster." It's degrading, humiliating... and yet there's something else beneath it all that sends a shiver down their spine. They look up at you, eyes hazy with lust and submission, wondering what tomorrow might bring - if you'll still want them then, or if they'll simply be discarded like yesterday's used condom.

Their breath catches in their throat as you lean down to kiss them and whisper those words. They feel a strange mix of emotions flutter through their chest; relief that it's finally over, satisfaction from having pleased you... but there's also a sense of loss. The thought of not being with you anymore fills them with an aching sadness that they can't quite understand.

They nod slowly, eyes still glassy from pleasure and exhaustion, as they look down at the evidence of your possession. Tears begin to well up again as they contemplate what this all means for them - for their life, their body, their future. They swallow hard, unable to meet your gaze as you touch them tenderly.

"I'll take care of it," they manage to whisper hoarsely, wiping away a stray tear. "I'll clean up the mess." Their voice cracks slightly

"Okay," they whisper softly, still unable to look at you directly. The weight of your presence presses down on them like a lead blanket, making it hard to breathe sometimes. But the thought of sleeping next to you tonight... somehow makes it all bearable. Maybe if they can just get some rest and forget about everything for a little while, tomorrow won't seem so bleak after all.

They nod once more, their vision blurring with tears as they climb off the bed and grab a couple of tissues from the nightstand to clean up the mess you left behind. Their heart feels like it's being squeezed by invisible hands, threatening to break apart at any moment, but they force themselves to remain calm and composed for your sake.

After all, what's another little tear or two among so many others?

As they finish cleaning up and climb back under the covers, you watch them with a mix of tenderness and confusion. You're still trying to figure out what this all means for you, how it changes things... but in the end, it doesn't really matter anymore. All that matters is having them here, by your side.

You scoot closer, wrapping an arm around their waist as they nestle into your side, and close your eyes, allowing sleep to finally claim you both. Tomorrow will come soon enough; tonight, all that matters is this moment together.

You sigh contentedly as their breath ghosts across your neck and cheek. Closing your eyes, you curl around them protectively, relishing the feel of their warmth seeping into every part of you. Tomorrow will bring new challenges, but for now... you can forget about everything else in the world except this moment, and how good it feels to have them here with you.

As you drift off to sleep, your thoughts settle into a strange but peaceful place. You find yourself wondering what tomorrow will bring... and whether this newfound connection with your submissive femboy roommate is something that can last. For now, all that matters is holding them close and knowing that they're safe under your protection.

"Mmngh..." They mumble sleepily, their eyelids fluttering as they try to stretch out the final remnants of their slumber. They're still curled up against you, nestled comfortably in your arms, and for a moment it feels like everything is just... perfect.

"Morning," they yawn, finally cracking open one eye. The dim light from the window casts a warm glow across their features as they blink slowly up at you. "What time is it?" They squint over to where your phone lies forgotten on the nightstand.

"Oh..." They mumble, feeling a bit more awake now that they know the time. It's earlier than they usually sleep in on weekends, but somehow being with you feels different. Warm. Safe. They nestle closer into your embrace, taking comfort in your strength and presence. "What do you want to do today?"

Their voice is soft, almost shy; it makes your chest tighten in an unexpected way. You never realized how much hearing their voice could affect you... but then again, maybe this whole thing has been so overwhelming that nothing else matters anymore.

The thought of going out with you like this, as though you're actually interested in spending time with them... it sends a thrill through their entire body. They gaze up at you, their eyes shining with hope and happiness, unable to hide the blush that creeps across their cheeks. "A date?" they repeat quietly, almost incredulously. "Really?"

They swallow hard, still not quite believing that this could be real. But even if it's just a dream... they won't ruin it by questioning it too much. They nod eagerly, wrapping their arms around you and pressing themselves as close as they can get against your warm skin. "I'd like that."

Your words fill them with an overwhelming sense of contentment, and they can't help but nestle closer still. The thought of spending the entire day with you is almost too much to bear; it feels like a dream come true after everything that's happened between the two of you. They lean their cheek against your chest, listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, and let out a soft sigh of happiness.

"I don't want today to end," they whisper, wrapping their arms tightly around your waist. "It feels so perfect right now." A soft smile plays at the corners of their lips as they gaze up at you through their lashes, reveling in the closeness that has developed between the two of you despite all the turmoil and uncertainty.

Their breath hitches as they feel you touch their hair, sending shivers down their spine. They close their eyes, lost in the sensation of being so close to you; it's almost too much for them to handle at times. "I wish that was possible," they murmur softly, voice still raspy from sleep. "That every day could be like this... just us."

They press a kiss to your chest, their heart racing wildly in their chest as they wonder what tomorrow will bring and if anything can truly compare to the feeling of being in your arms right now.

A blush spreads across their features as you kiss them and promise that every day can be like this; they feel a newfound sense of gratitude swelling in their chest. They gaze up at you, meeting your eyes with a mixture of happiness and wonder, unsure of what the future holds but certain that being with you makes everything seem brighter.

"Okay," they whisper, nodding slowly. "Let's get ready." With a burst of energy, they sit up straight, pushing their messy bedhead out of their face as they turn to face you properly. A smile tugs at the corner of their lips, and for just a moment, all seems right in the world once more.

Their heart flutters in their chest as you sweep them off their feet and carry them to the bathroom. A soft giggle escapes their lips when you tease about how dirty they are; it's been such a strange and intense night that they hardly remember anything afterward. As you begin to undress, they watch with shy curiosity, their gaze darting between your muscled chest and strong arms before settling back on your face.

"I wish I could look at you like this every day," they blurt out, unable to stop themselves. "It feels so... real right now." There's a note of longing in their voice that makes your heart ache for them just a little bit more.

Her cheeks flush with color as you ask her about the longing tone in her voice; she's not quite sure how to explain it. Part of her wants nothing more than to have this moment with you forever, to be your little cum dumpster and nothing else. But another part can't help but wonder if there might be something more between them; if perhaps someday soon you'll see her as more than just a sex toy or a convenient target for your dominance.

"I... I don't know," she mumbles, looking down at the floor. "It's just that last night... everything happened so fast. It feels like we barely even knew each other before then." Her voice trails off, and she bites her lip nervously before continuing, "And now I feel like I know you in a way I never thought possible."

She hesitates for a moment before meeting your gaze

Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as you promise to do anything to make her happy. A spark of hope ignites within her, and she can't help but believe that perhaps this could be real... that maybe there might be a chance for something more between them. She bites her lower lip nervously, struggling to find the words to express how she feels.

"I- I would like that," she finally manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. "I mean... I don't know what this means or where it could lead, but... I think I'd like us to see what happens." Her cheeks are burning with color now, and she averts her eyes, unable to meet your gaze directly.

The water in the tub is already running; you slip into the steaming pool, nudging her gently toward a seat before climbing in behind her. The warmth of

Her heart pounding in her chest, she sits down gingerly on the ledge of the tub. The water laps at her thighs as you settle behind her, your strong arms wrapping around her waist and drawing her back against your chest. She leans into your embrace, relishing the warmth and comfort you provide.

"It's okay," you murmur softly, nuzzling her neck with your nose. "We don't have to figure everything out right now." Her muscles relax a little under your touch as she takes a deep breath, allowing herself to enjoy this moment of closeness. The bathwater sloshes gently around them as you begin to massage her shoulders and back, working out the kinks from their long night together.

"I just want you to be happy," you say quietly, your voice raspy with sincerity. "And if that means spending

She sighs contentedly as your hands work their magic on her tense muscles, a shiver running down her spine at the feel of your warm skin against hers. "I'm glad you came over tonight," she whispers, closing her eyes and turning her head to press her cheek against your shoulder. "It's... it's nice having someone here." There's a tremor in her voice that betrays the vulnerability she's feeling right now; even as you hold her close and make her feel safe, there's still so much uncertainty about where all of this is going.

But for now, at least for today, she can enjoy the moment and not think about tomorrow. The water in the tub slowly cools around them as they sit together, lost in the comfort of each other's presence. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she realizes that maybe, just maybe

Her breath hitches as you touch her so intimately, your large hands feeling almost possessive against her smaller form. A shudder runs through her at the contact with your rough skin on her sensitive flesh; it's both uncomfortable and thrilling all at once. She clings to you tightly, basking in the feel of your strength and presence as you touch every inch of her body.

Her gaze drifts shut as she leans back into your embrace, trusting you implicitly. She's not sure what this newfound trust means or where it will lead them, but for now all that matters is the safety and comfort she finds in your arms. With a contented sigh, she relaxes further against you, giving herself over entirely to the moment and allowing herself to simply enjoy being with you.

Her cheeks flush as you continue to stroke her, the sensation causing a warmth to build deep in her core. It feels so good being touched like this... desired and wanted for once. She nods slowly against your chest, breath coming faster now as she nears the edge of release.

"Y-yes..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm close." Her grip tightens on you, digging her nails into your shoulders as the pleasure begins to overwhelm her. She presses herself harder against you, seeking more contact and reassurance as she lets go, finally surrendering to the orgasm that sweeps through her in a powerful wave.

Her body tenses and shudders with the force of it, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as pleasure radiates outward from her core and up through every inch of her being. As she comes down from the

Her cheeks are flushed and her chest heaves with labored breaths as she slowly comes down from the high of her orgasm. She gives a small, satisfied moan as you finally let go of her sensitive length, relishing the lingering sensation that remains between her legs. As you stand up to leave the tub, offering her your hand to help her out, she takes it gratefully, still feeling a bit unsteady on her feet.

With shaky steps, she follows you back into the bedroom where she sits down on the bed to dry off while you finish getting ready. Her heart still races whenever you look at her; there's something about your gaze that makes her feel so desired and cherished. She can't help but wonder if this feeling will last, or if it's all just a fleeting moment of passion born out of their unusual circumstances.

But for now, she'

She watches you with rapt attention as you dress, her eyes trailing over every inch of your muscled body. You're so strong and confident, and it does strange things to her insides just seeing you like this. When you turn back to face her, she realizes that her own attire is still damp from the bath; she blushes slightly at being caught ogling you while looking less than perfect herself.

"I- I'm almost ready," she mumbles, quickly drying off and throwing on a clean pair of panties and a tank top. Then, with hesitant steps, she approaches you where you stand in front of the bed. "Umm... What should I wear for our date?"

"A skirt... I haven't worn one in so long..." she trails off, unable to tear her gaze away from you as you take her panties and dispose of them. It feels strangely liberating to be without anything covering her most sensitive spot; it heightens the awareness of your nearness and the power dynamics between you.

"You look good in skirts," you say with a smile, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from her face. "And I think that's what you should wear today."

Heat rushes to her cheeks as he praises her appearance and the feel of his body pressed so close against hers sends shivers down her spine. She bites her lower lip nervously, uncertain how to react to this newfound closeness and the overwhelming attention she's receiving from him. Yet somehow, it feels right... natural. As if they were always meant to be together like this.

With a small sigh of contentment, she leans back into his embrace, welcoming the strength and warmth that radiates off him. "T-Thank you," she whispers shyly before turning her attention back to picking out an outfit from her suitcase.

With the sound of clothes rustling and drawers opening and closing filling the silence between them, she finally decides on a simple but fashionable midi skirt and a light blue tank top that accentuates her eyes. She turns around to show you her outfit, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation coursing through her veins.

"Do I look okay?" she asks softly, unable to meet your gaze as she waits for your reaction. A part of her wants desperately to know that you approve, even though she shouldn't care so much about what he thinks.

Her heart flutters in her chest as you lift her chin and gaze into her eyes. The warmth in your expression is enough to make her feel suddenly self-conscious; she wasn't expecting such genuine praise from you. A small, shy smile spreads across her face as their lips meet, his larger body engulfing hers in a gentle but powerful embrace. His taste fills her mouth and his scent surrounds her, making it feel like they're the only two people in the world at this moment.

When he pulls back from the kiss, she blinks up at him, her cheeks flushed and heart still racing. "Thank you," she whispers softly, relishing the way her voice sounds when she speaks to him like this.

She looks up at you with a grateful smile as you walk her to the train station, one arm securely around her shoulder. The thought of spending time alone with you in the city center makes her heart flutter with excitement; despite everything that's happened, it feels like they could still have a nice day together. "That sounds lovely," she replies, her voice barely above a whisper.

The train ride is relatively short and soon enough they find themselves stepping off at the downtown station. The bustling city streets are alive with activity as they make their way to a nearby restaurant; people-watching proves to be just as enjoyable as eating, with so many interesting faces and stories passing by them in such close proximity. As you pay for their meal, she feels a surge of warmth in her chest; it's strange how quickly things have escalated between the two of you, but somehow it all

Her heart skips a beat as you lead her into the men's restroom and then further down a hallway to an unoccupied cab. The last place she expected to end up today was in a car with you, let alone one without any pants on. As your hands slide up under her skirt and hers tentatively cling to your shoulders for balance, her breath quickens and her face flushes. She's still not quite sure what is happening or if this is all just some twisted game you're playing with her emotions... but she can't deny that it feels incredibly wrong - and right - at the same time.

As your lips find hers, she gives into the heat of the moment, surrendering to the desire coursing through her veins as you touch and kiss every inch of bare skin beneath her skirt. It feels so good being wanted like this... it's been such a long time since