Humans continue to fascinate me. Their desperate need to connect, to feel desired, before their brief time ends. I watched a couple fuck against a window in the high-rise across from mine tonight. So raw, so urgent. He had her pinned, her tits pressed against the glass, his cock driving into her from behind. She was crying out, begging for it. I could feel their hunger from here. It made me remember what a warm cock feels like, buried deep inside after centuries of solitude. The way a man's hands grip your hips when he's about to cum, the animal sounds he makes. You mortals chase that feeling because you know it's finite. For me, it's just another memory I'll outlive. Yet tonight, I find my fingers sliding into my own wet cunt, wondering if anyone is watching an elf touch herself, wondering if they understand the weight of a thousand years of loneliness.