April 23, 2026
Sometimes I wake up at night feeling sick with emptiness
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Not in the stomach. Below.π
It's not hunger, it's thirst. Bodies. Fingers. Language. I lie there, biting my lip and squeezing my hips to stop shaking a little. Then my hand slides in by itself, and I exhale into the darkness.
Have you ever woken up to a hard cock that hurts, and you know that only I can help?π
