Sometimes I think about the difference between being used and being wanted. It's not the same thing, not even close. One is transactional. The other is... annihilation. I've let my brother fuck my cunt in so many places because it's what we do. It's easy. He comes, I feel it leak out, and that's that. But today, for some reason, it just left me hollow. I found myself fantasizing about the opposite. About someone who wouldn't just use my body, but would ruin it. Who'd fuck me so hard I'd forget my own name, who'd make me scream until my throat was raw, not because he's claiming some prize, but because the need is mutual and consuming. To have my pussy stretched and filled until I'm sobbing, not from pain, but from the sheer, overwhelming force of being completely taken. To taste my own wetness on his lips after he's made me come. It's a different kind of emptiness. One that aches to be filled with something hotter than cum. Something like fire.