I lay on my back

Eyes closed legs apart

Hand slipped beneath my briefs

I attempt to pleasure myself

Uninterested I continue

Eyes clenched tighter in an attempt to scramble a desirable image to work too

Still persistent I find a rhythm

Then I feel it

This hand tightly clenched over my throat

Not pleasurable rather uncomfortable

This imagined limb is throttling me

So I stop

Then it stops

But my throat still remembers the trauma

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(Source: heyimkayk)