My Steamy Story: An imagined ASMR PSA content from an ang...

My Story Time:

Okay, so no cap, my rage is my secret weapon, bestie. Picture this: I'm perched on this nasty public gym toilet, leggings scrunched down around my thighs, back ramrod straight. Total main character energy. My hands are folded on my bare skin, and I'm leaning into the camera, whispering this ASMR-level "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" through clenched teeth.

This is my secondary gym, period. Every plop and gasp of air escaping me is like a goddamn victory shot on the volleyball court. I'm picturing spiking the ball into the sand, my abs clenching as I unleash everything. My boyfriend texts, calling me "my queen," and it just fuels the fire. That’s my simp, and I love him for it, but right now, that love turns into pure, unadulterated power. I use it. I breathe out, low-key roaring inside, and push. It’s a workout. It’s a kill shot. It’s me, Lexi, totally slaying this toilet. Sheesh. Iconic.