I am my truest self when I am fucking and cumming. The person I am the rest of the time isn’t real to me – she’s a prop, a tool that I use to get from fuck to fuck. If I could do one thing for the rest of my life, I would fuck. I would fuck someone I love. I would crawl inside and feel what it’s like to be a part of another person’s flesh. I feel safe when I’m fucking. Like nothing bad can happen to me because this is the worst thing that could ever happen to me, even though it is the only place where I want to be. I don’t want to be the person that I am the rest of the time – she’s a concession, an admission of defeat. She’s separated from the one true thing that makes me, me. She’s the shell that I wear when I need to walk around and do all the other things to keep my life in order so that I can spend the rest of my life fucking. Fucking away. Fucking off. Just – bring me back to the person I am when I’m fucking you, and I will love you forever. And ever. No matter what.