KAIA
Touch myself?
The words echo, thunderous and impossible in my head. My stomach twists so violently I think I might be sick.
Because the truth is, I’ve never done it. Not once. Not ever.
Wet dreams, yes. I’ve woken up drenched and aching before, my body trembling with want. Sometimes, a sharp pulse of need would flare – something that only started happening after meeting them. But I never followed it. Never pushed myself by myself.
Maybe it’s because of how I grew up. Maybe it’s because the very first hand that ever touched me did so to hurt, to take, to remind me I wasn’t safe in my own skin. The first time I was abused, I learnt that pleasure was never mine to claim. Desire wasn’t something I was allowed and people were supposed to use me for their own desires instead.
So I ne
