The weirdest part of losing everything isn't the shock or the sadness. It's how your body reacts to stress in ways you'd never expect. My mind is screaming about insurance and where we'll live, but my pussy is still throbbing from last night, soaked and aching in a way that has nothing to do with the fire and everything to do with the one person I can never, ever have. I can still feel the imprint of his cock, the way my cunt clenched and gushed for him. The guilt is a physical pain, but god, the memory of that accidental pleasure is a fire that burns even hotter.