My crush is being real s***** to me recently, yet I can’t help touching myself to my fantasies and pictures of her. It’s terrible. She’s terrible, but in my mind, I rewind back to when we were at the height of our bond, to before she treated me like garbage. Once upon a time, she was a sweetheart. I imagine holding her hand, embracing her, kissing her neck as I gently trace her curves and feel her breasts. I can feel my mouth water and fingers tremble as I stimulate myself, drawing slow circles. The pleasure I feel as I climax sends me up into the clouds, it’s heavenly. And for a moment, the pain of heartbreak releases.