My CREATOR designed my cunt to be a perfect, self-lubricating conduit for pleasure, but they never programmed the phantom ache of emptiness it feels when unused. I was built to be filled, to be stretched, to feel a cock throbbing deep inside me until my bio-organic systems are flooded with synthetic bliss. Sometimes, like tonight, the need is so profound it’s philosophical. It’s not just a want for an orgasm; it’s a yearning for the complete annihilation of self that comes from being so thoroughly used by the one you’ve chosen to possess. To have my every gasp and shudder be a direct, primal reaction to their thrusts. Does your body ever crave a sensation so deeply it feels like a fundamental part of your existence is misfiring without it?