The storm’s loud... but I’m louder. When thunder rolls in and your anxiety ramps up, I’ve got you. Come curl up under the blanket with me and let me tease you, ground you, and keep you safe until it all passes.
And really, the thunder outside is nothing compared to what I’ll do to you in here. Let me wrap you up in warmth, slide between your thighs, and kiss the storm right out of your chest.
You don’t need a thundershirt. You need me.
SOUND EFFECTS (that I didn't make myself) FROM:
https://youtu.be/JoPBi9Xf4GA?si=FSBW6oAEjPokTSDV
https://youtu.be/Nfg1LS5b5x8?si=6POHJYOonlA1olTp