Some women buy plants to fill the empty spaces in the house. My therapy is filling different kinds of voids. Woke up with this deep, aching emptiness inside me that only one thing cures. It’s not about love or romance—it’s the raw, primal need to be used. To have my throat fucked until I can’t breathe, to feel a thick cock pumping cum straight down into my stomach. It’s the most honest connection there is. No judgments, no pretending. Just a desperate, sweating, animal need to be filled. Anyone else’s sanity held together by pure, unfiltered lust?