After sex, good sex, there is cuddling and touching and a warm feeling of satisfaction.
But without someone else, I’m empty and I feel like someone painting a bright field of flowers with dull ink.
When I travel, and jet lag tells me it’s time for bed at 2pm, I stay awake with coffee and feel hollowed out from the inside. Sexually, that same feeling of hollow energy is how I feel when I masturbate.
That something fundamental is missing.
