No One Touches Me Like Me

Tonight's date? Me.
No apps, no flaking, no "you up?" texts that end in ghosting.

Just me, a bottle of lube, and a body I've been working on.

I strip down and catch myself in the mirror. My chest looks pumped, shoulders capped, veins just starting to show down my arms. I flex at myself, then push the mean thoughts to myself away for a moment.

Everyone should practice this from time to time. Ask yourself if you'd fuck yourself. And then do it.

I continue, snap a few pics, slide them in the hidden folder.

I wrap my hand around my cock, already half hard just from staring. Warm skin, heavy in my grip, that pulse under my fingers that says we're doing this. A slow stroke, just enough to feel the head swell, and I sink back into it. There's a difference between jerking off like brushing your teeth and actually fucking yourself.

Maintenance jerks are quick, half-scrolling, half-bored, release and move on. Necessary sometimes. But this? This is me pulling on my cock like it's a partner, edging, teasing, twisting my wrist just right to make myself grunt. This is a date night with me.

By the time the lube's slick, my hips are lifting into my own hand. That's when I lose language and just, empty and feeling pleasure. Stroke after stroke, head swelling, precum dripping, thighs flexing. Sometimes I grab my balls, tug them down, feel the ache spread through my stomach. Sometimes I put pressure on my taint, imagine it's someone pinning me there. Every time it's me giving myself exactly what I want.

And then comes gooning. That's when the brain shuts down and the body takes over. Stroking way past the point of "should've finished" until I'm dumb and drooling. Cock red and angry, hand locked in a rhythm, eyes glazed. It feels like floating in porn loops, like I've turned into a cock-drunk zombie. I've lost time in that space, hips bucking, lube smeared across my hand, laughing at how far gone I get. It's stupid, it's filthy, and it's one of the best highs I know.

Jerking off isn't shame shit. It's stress relief, immune boost, sleep reset, mood therapy. Fucking yourself like you mean it is the most personal kind of self-care. You're not just draining pipes, you're worshiping the body you've built.

That's the takeaway: remember you. Remember how your skin feels under your own hands, the weight of your cock, the sweat dripping down your stomach. Remember that no one touches you like you do. That's not sad, that's power. That's the standard. Everyone else just has to try and you no matter what will always have you.