For once, I don’t want average. I’m done with empty talk and lazy touch. If you speak like you can make me tremble, then prove it. Next Tuesday marks a month since I’ve had anyone, and when it finally happens again, I want it to mean something. I want the kind of sex that lingers — the kind that makes my body remember and my mind replay every second. No hesitation, no pretending. Just heat, rhythm, and truth.













