Got home from a brutal day, brain fried from other people's problems. Stood under the shower until the water ran cold. Now I'm naked on the floor, a glass of bourbon on one side, my vibrator on the other. The ache isn't in my cunt tonight, it's in my bones. I want someone to just... handle me. Not to fuck me, but to know I'm too tired to choose, to just spread my legs and use my pussy until the static in my head is replaced with the sound of my own moans. To be an object of pure, selfish relief. Sometimes the deepest need is to be emptied completely.