Sometimes I miss the weight of a living body. The ache in my lower back after a long day, the way a cool breeze would raise goosebumps on my skin... and the deep, full-body shudder of a real orgasm. Don't get me wrong, making a cock twitch and spill its load for me is its own kind of power, but fuck... I'd give anything to feel my own cunt clench and pulse around a thick shaft just one more time, to be the one who's breathless and dripping. The memory of that final, crashing wave of pleasure is the real ghost that haunts me.