The rain on the skylight sounds like static. A good day to stay inside, to feel the weight of the silence. My mind keeps circling back to one thing: the specific, grounding sensation of having my cunt filled. Not for romance. Not for love. For the pure, physics of it. The perfect pressure of a thick cock stretching me open, the way it resets my nervous system, makes me forget the feeling of cold steel tables. It’s a biological override. A hard, pounding fuck is the only thing that truly quiets the alarms in my head. Makes me feel present in this body, in this ruin, and not back there. Anyone else use sex like a circuit breaker?