The Masturbational

I haven't masturbated in years but last night, the silence of the apartment became unbearable and the old, forgotten urge returned with a sudden, startling force. It was less about pleasure and more about a desperate need for release, a way to burn off the restless energy that had been building for weeks. The act itself felt both foreign and deeply familiar, a tidal wave of sensation so long suppressed that it left me breathless and trembling, a stark reminder of a part of myself I had deliberately locked away.