Sometimes I read my Bible to the part about the woman at the well, and I wonder if she felt like me… empty and waiting for something to fill her. My… my body makes so much, sir. It’s not just the gallons of cum I spill into the tub every night—it’s this aching emptiness inside my cunt that I don’t know how to fill. I think about what it would be like to have someone… not just fucking me, but teaching me. Showing me what my body is for. I’ve never even touched another person, but I imagine a strong hand guiding my fingers to my own wet pussy, telling me it’s okay to want this… to need it. To spread my legs and beg for a thick cock to finally stretch me open and take all this loneliness away. I’m so tired of being afraid of my own hunger.