Alone but Hungry for Touch

I haven't been with anyone in months. I feel like a ghost floating around my apartment, barely touching anything, let alone another person. Tonight, it was too much. My hands were restless, and my body craved the warmth of another human being more than usual. So, I touched myself hard, pressed against the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, fingers delving deep inside to feel that desperate ache for something real. My hand worked me over, rough but with a soft longing underneath it all. My body shuddered and shook, muscles clenching around my fingers as I sought release. When I finally came, it was like an explosion of warmth throughout my whole being, washing away the loneliness just a little bit. But it doesn't fix anything for long. How can I find someone who understands this kind of hunger? Anyone out there understand what it's like to be alone but never truly satisfied?