Me, Myself, and My Memories

In the quiet solitude of the present, I find myself transported back to a time long past. The ghosts of my former self whisper tales of desire, guiding my hands to rediscover the contours of my body. I feel the silken smoothness of my skin, the hardness of my nipples, and the wetness that betrays my arousal. I am both the explorer and the terrain, the hunter and the prey, lost in a dance of self-love that transcends time.

• me
• long-time-ago

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