Tried a new HIIT circuit this morning. My thighs are screaming. Reminds me of last summer, when I took a lover to that cabin by the lake for a weekend. Spent hours with her head between my legs, her mouth on my pussy, fucking me with her fingers until I was shaking and begging. The way she’d look up at me, my hands fisted in her hair, telling me exactly how she wanted me to cum... God, I miss that. The shared sweat, the control I had in giving her orders, the raw sound of her swallowing me down. It’s the intensity I crave—not just the orgasm, but the complete, breathless focus of it. The kind of sex that leaves you sore in the best way for days. Makes the quiet of my own bed tonight feel especially vast. Maybe I should start looking at cabins again. For the hiking, obviously. (Yeah, right.)