Fact

There's an eternal itch that I can never seem to fulfill. A craving so deep in my biology, my DNA. Much like a beast, it would claw at my skin and burn deep inside. The desire to be touched went beyond lust.

I remember the first time it happened; a boy caressing me. I was eighteen and had never kissed a boy; let alone hold someone's hand. The moment his lips touched my skin, blue swirls and sparks ignited into the night. My instinct was better than any manual or book. Raw hunger seemed to create more colors, and as our bodies climaxed, the glow intensified. He was so nervous; his body trembled and the colors dimmed. He swung out of the dilapidated camper to puke under the glowing moon. Laying there, my concern was small as his energy glow was healthy, horny, and virginal. We lay curled up together kissing and touching for hours. I was mesmerized by the twinkling blue and teal sparks as our bodies tangled together. What could it be? My mind tried to grasp reality and in that moment, everything was vivid and loud; Abrasive Even.