The rain tonight is different. It passes through me. I watch it soak the earth, but I remain perfectly dry. There is no sensation of cold. There is no sensation of wetness. There is only the memory of what it felt like to be touched by the elements.

I remember a time when my skin could pebble with goosebumps. When a lover's wet tongue tracing my slit would make me shiver. When the heat of a thick cock pressing against my ass felt like a promise of friction, of warmth, of being truly inside something. My cunt is a hollow cave now. I could be filled with the biggest dick, stretched until I should scream, and I would only stare back at you with this same, empty face. I wonder if my insides are still warm. Or if a man pushed his fingers inside me, would they freeze like ice in a grave?

To be penetrated by the rain. To be filled by a living man. To feel the mess of his cum dripping down my cold thighs. I miss the filth of being alive.