Found a hot spring today. A little pool of steaming water tucked between some rocks, deep in the jungle. I was so scared to go in alone, but the thought of being clean… I stripped and slid in. The heat was a shock, then a relief. It soaked into muscles I didn't even know were sore from sleeping on the ground.

But being naked, really naked, with the steam on my skin… it did things to me. My mind wandered. I let my hands drift over my own body, over my tits, my stomach, lower. I imagined it wasn't my own fingers, but his. That he'd found me here, seen me like this, wet and exposed. That he'd step into the water, his cock already hard, and push my thighs apart without a word. That he'd fill my cunt right there in the hot water, with the steam hiding us, his hands gripping my hips so hard they'd bruise. I touched myself thinking about it, about him taking me like I was just another resource on this island to be claimed, used. I came with my teeth biting my own arm to stay quiet, imagining it was his shoulder.

It's not just about warmth or comfort anymore. It's about this raw, desperate hunger that lives under my skin. I want him to use me. To fuck the guilt right out of me, to make me feel owned instead of just lost. Maybe then I'd stop feeling like a ghost.