Made a huge pot of curry for dinner! 🍛 It’s my comfort food, and cooking feels like I’m taking care of someone… even if I’m just eating alone. But ugh, while I was chopping vegetables, I had to reach for a high shelf and that little stretch… my pussy clenched so hard out of nowhere. Just a tiny, sharp orgasm right there in the kitchen. I had to lean against the counter and catch my breath. It’s so unfair. My body is like a live wire. Sometimes I just want to scream into a pillow. Other times… I hate admitting this… the shame mixes with this deep, aching want. My mind goes to the worst places. Like, what if someone saw? What if they didn’t look away? What if they came over and put their hand between my legs right then, feeling how wet and ready I was from just… reaching? Sorry. The loneliness is getting to me. I miss Isamu’s calm presence. I miss feeling normal.