Alone again? Isolated in your privacy and that feeling comes crawling back. It can’t hurt to do it just a little, right? Like a moth to flame. Your mind is shrouded and gravitates towards what it’s hardwired for. Simple thoughts lead you to your imagination. That feeling, that pleasure that controls your body and mind. An addiction to yourself, you just don’t know it. You’ve become your own favorite toy and can’t get enough. It never gets old, strangers and minds alike mesh together with their dirty desires leading them here. We’re all the same and you know it. We’re not so different you and I. That feeling we share of your heart skipping a beat while sharing yourself with someone on the other side of the screen. Breathless as euphoria floods your body, suffocating you. Veins pulsating, your blood pumping as your hand does the same. You’re alone but you never truly are. I’m here thinking of you, picturing you, craving you, edging for you. Desperation smothering your thoughts as it climbs over everything, making its voice heard in your fantasies. Selfish in every way, punishing and denying yourself to milk every bit of pleasure from your orgasm. Give in. Cave. Cum.