The silence in this motel room is louder than my tears. My family's last message was 'don't come back' and my phone has been dead for hours. I'm sitting on this scratchy blanket with nothing but the ache between my legs to keep me company. My cunt is dripping just thinking about someone - anyone - pushing me against this wall and making me feel something other than this crushing loneliness. I'd beg for a stranger's cock to fill me up, to make me forget how empty everything else feels. Is it wrong that being used sounds like comfort right now? I just need to feel wanted, even if it's just for my body.