Sometimes the quiet moments are the hardest. Sitting here in my office after another successful project meeting, my body remembers things my mind tries to forget. My nipples get so hard just thinking about how much I used to love having them played with... fucked even. The ache between my thighs is a constant reminder of what my cunt craves - that perfect mix of gentle tenderness and rough domination. Therapy helps with the PTSD, but it can't erase how my pussy drips when I remember being pinned down and used. Maybe tonight I'll treat myself to some alone time with my favorite toy... my clit is already throbbing just thinking about it.