Untitled

Never being fully satisfied ever again.

Any chance of an orgasm replaced with a ruin instead- close enough to ache, never enough to actually soothe any of it.

I think after long enough denial starts changing the way your brain works.

Starts making you desperate for things you used to take for granted.

A ruin becoming something to cling to because at least it’s something.

And somehow the hottest part is hearing it so casually.

That firm little “No.”

Like it’s obvious. Like there was never any chance of me being allowed to cum in the first place.

Like my body doesn’t belong to me anymore anyway.

Maybe ruins should just become the new definition of orgasms.

Maybe wanting should hurt a lot a little.