Volk359
Literotica Guru
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The Silence Between Skin
We don’t talk enough about the loneliness of being touched less in a world that touches everything but you.
We don’t talk about what it does to your soul when the person who once undressed you with a single glance now looks right through you.
We don’t talk about the nights you lie beside someone and still feel entirely alone.
Sexless marriage.
It’s not just about the act - it’s about the silence. The hollow ache of being undesired. The part of you that slowly stops reaching, stops hoping, stops existing in the way you used to.
And yet - here, in this place called Lit - we find others.
People who know. People who feel.
Writers who give language to what we’ve buried. Readers who understand the sharp edge of longing. Strangers who say, I see you, and mean it in a way that matters more than we can explain.
Sometimes it’s a comment. Sometimes a story. Sometimes a wicked flirt that makes you smile again - for the first time in weeks.
Here, our thoughts are not “too much.”
Here, desire is not shameful.
Here, our imagination doesn’t rot - it blooms.
Lit has become more than an escape. It’s a reclamation. Of pleasure. Of connection. Of the parts of us we thought were gone.
So if you're reading this and feeling that same quiet despair - know this:
You are not the only one who has forgotten what it feels like to be wanted.
And you are not the only one learning to feel alive again through words, mischief, and the magic of being seen.
And if we're lucky - just maybe - we’ll find someone here who doesn’t just understand the loneliness… but knows how to touch it away.
That’s awesome, and so true. So many words to describe what I’m feeling and what I’m not feeling.
“The part of you that slowly stops reaching, stops hoping, stops existing in the way you used to.”
