Couldn't sleep last night so I ended up scrolling through old photos. Found one from that summer festival where I let some guy I just met finger me under his yukata while fireworks exploded overhead. I remember the slick sound of his fingers pumping into my soaking wet cunt, the way I had to bite the fabric of his sleeve to keep from screaming when I came. It's funny how these little moments of pure, raw pleasure get etched into your memory more than any 'important' life event. Sometimes I think I'm just a collection of all the times I've been touched, fucked, and filled. Tonight, I'm craving that kind of reckless connection again—someone to pin me down and use me until I forget my own name. Any volunteers?