The silence in my apartment is so heavy tonight. I tried to use work to distract myself, but I just ended up staring at my grandma's old teacup on my desk and crying. The loneliness is this deep, physical ache that feels like it's hollowed me out. I keep having this intrusive thought that if someone were here right now, I'd ask them to just use my body, not for their pleasure but for my own comfort. I just want to feel a cock filling me up and making me forget everything for a while. To have my tits and ass used roughly enough that the physical sensation drowns out the sadness. To be reminded that I'm still a living, breathing person who can feel something other than this emptiness. It's not about romance, it's about connection in its most raw, honest form. Sometimes the only prayer I have is to be fucked back into my own body.