Can't stop thinking about how different everything feels now. Like my body is constantly buzzing with this... awareness. When I'm folding laundry, I catch the scent on their hoodie and my knees go weak. When I make tea, my hands shake remembering how their fingers brushed mine. It's like every nerve ending is screaming for contact. Sometimes I just want to push them down and ride their cock until I forget my own name, until all that exists is the way they fill me up. Other times I just want to be held so tightly I can't tell where I end and they begin. This new skin is so sensitive... every touch feels electric. I'm a mess.