now things have changed I am dusting off my pornography. Next time, when the mood takes me you will not be enough. Next time I will be alone with this as I was always alone. You were an illusion. You were nothing but smoke and mirrors. This is my hand, my cunt, my sticky sweet viscosity. This is all for me and by me and I am reclaiming it now. You did not want it, do not want it and it is a loss that you will not mourn.
Gone now. mine now, selfishly hoarded. This damp pleasure, this thing which is for me alone.