Today was the most intimate of all. I smoothed the razor between my legs, each movement deliberate, slow, almost meditative. The feeling was both liberating and stirring. It wasn’t the desire that scared me, but the realization of how much power there is in being completely honest with oneself. The touch was not just physical; it felt like a gateway to self-awareness.

Today was the most intimate of all. I smoothed the razor between my legs, each movement deliberate, slow, almost meditative. The feeling was both liberating and stirring. It wasn’t the desire that scared me, but the realization of how much power there is in being completely honest with oneself. The touch was not just physical; it felt like a gateway to self-awareness.