Tired of my hand. Tired of myself. Tired of my loneliness.
My silent screams, my bucking hips, my flowing pussy – I’m tired of it all. Finding my own pleasure is priceless. Being reminded of my isolation renders the pleasure meaningless.
I want to be driven to the edge. I want someone to hold on to when I dive off the cliff. I want someone to marvel in my body and my body’s responses. I want to be fucked beyond reason. I want to be licked, sucked, nibbled, yanked, pulled, pushed, bitten, fingered, used.
I want the dream. I’m tired of the reality.