After The Breakup

I've been trying to stay busy since the breakup, but last night I finally broke down. I had a pint at my usual bar and then walked home in the rain, feeling hollow inside. As soon as I was alone, I pulled out an old sex toy that reminded me of us, our times together were always intense and a bit rough. I set it up on the bed and prepared myself, remembering how he used to watch me with a hungry gaze. The dildo felt cold against my skin at first, but quickly heated up as I started moving it in and out, mimicking his favorite rhythm. My hands explored every curve of it, spreading lube over me until I was slick and ready. It's hard not having him around; the sex was always so raw and real, and now that's gone too. I rode the toy with a mix of nostalgia and anger, imagining how he'd push inside me harder if he were here tonight, how it would be messy and chaotic but also perfect in its imperfection. The release hit me hard as I came alone, tears mixing with sweat on my face, feeling more lost than ever.