I've been single for what feels like forever. Months? Years? Time blurs when you're this starved for touch, for connection, for anything that makes your body feel alive. My step daddy's downstairs with his best friend, the two of them hunched over the console, controllers in hand, laughing at some dumb game. Their voices rumble through the floorboards, a constant reminder that life goes on without me.
But up here in my room, door cracked just enough to let the AC hum in, I've got my laptop open on the bed. The screen glows with f*******n heat—two guys on a girl, their hands everywhere, c***s thrusting deep. My hand slips under my shorts, fingers circling my c**t, slow at first, then faster as the moans from the video fill my ears.
I bite my lip, but it doesn't help. The pressure builds,
