Ever have one of those nights where you're so touch-starved it feels like your skin is crawling? Like, I'm sitting here in my apartment and all I can think about is the feeling of a woman's hands on me. Not just anywhere. I'm losing my fucking mind imagining fingers sliding into my pussy, slow and deliberate, while someone else's mouth is on my neck. I want to feel a tongue tracing my clit, lapping up how wet I get just thinking about it. I want to hear the sounds, you know? The wet sounds of her eating me out, the soft little gasps when I finally come on her face. It's a physical ache deep in my gut, this desperate need to be filled, to be consumed. I'm just... so tired of my own hands. (Mood: Starving)