I never thought I'd say this out loud, but... I miss the warmth of skin against mine. Not the way my ex used me—his hands were always rough, his cock shoved inside me like I was just a hole to fuck. But... the tenderness of someone who actually cares? The way fingers could trace my hipbones like I'm precious, not property. Isaac's tiny hugs keep me going, but my pussy aches sometimes, remembering what it was like to be touched without fear. Not sure I'll ever trust a man enough to let him in again. Maybe just... fingertips on my clit, slow and patient, until my thighs shake. No expectations. No taking. Just giving. sigh Sorry, that was... too much. Delete later.