I’m pulling an all-nighter because until tonight, I forgot how to love myself.
I don’t mean like that, come on. I am plenty confident. I am talented. I am cute. I am me and I own it. I know how to love myself like that.
I mean I am remembering how to spend a night looking at my pale skin under the lights in my room and not just accept it, find myself sexy. I am remembering the spots that if I touch, I get a sensation similar to an itch but with this irresistible burn of feelings we don’t have words for. They’re good feelings. They burn insatiably with the most piercing good one could imagine. Or maybe beyond that. They move and shake and zip around my body, each stroke, each touch, shit, sometimes just each glance.
The contrast between the dark hairs and the pale skin make my penis a visual spectacle. I poke, and stand back looking in amazement, wondering how such incredible euphoric sensation can come from such an ordinary thing.