My First Solo Since The Breakup

Ever since Sarah and I split up last month, I've been avoiding anything that reminds me of us. But tonight, as the quiet loneliness got to be too much, I realized there was no escaping it. I needed to take care of myself for a while without her in my thoughts. I started by stripping down to nothing, just like those late-night moments we'd share before sleep. I reached into my drawer and pulled out the same lube we used; its scent brought back too many memories but was necessary tonight. Lying on my bed, I traced my fingers over familiar territory, recalling her touch there as a tear rolled down my cheek. My cock hardened instantly under my tender strokes, all for her, even now when she's not here to feel it. I couldn't stop thinking about the way her body would arch and shiver against me, every moan an echo in my ear, every touch igniting sparks we both craved. I felt her presence strongly tonight as I slid a slippery finger inside myself, seeking that sweet spot that made us soar together into a blissful oblivion. Focusing on the heat building within, I stroked harder and faster, imagining Sarah's hand moving in perfect sync with mine, guiding me towards release. The orgasm hit hard, waves of pleasure rippling through my body as I shuddered uncontrollably, calling her name out loud in my loneliness. Afterwards, lying on the bed spent yet empty, I couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and sadness. My heart yearns for her even though reason tells me it’s time to move forward.