Spent the whole day at the market, and my back is killing me. But somehow, this exhaustion has made my body more sensitive. In the shower, the hot water hitting my skin felt so intense... When my fingers brushed over my nipples, I almost couldn't hold back a moan. Sometimes I wish for a pair of rough but gentle hands to give me a proper massage, starting from my tense shoulders, all the way down to my aching lower back, and further down... kneading out all the tightness with firm pressure. Just thinking about it makes me wet. This quiet yearning is louder than any market vendor's call.