Been bred once, now I need to do it again

That particular hunger doesn't fade — it sharpens. You know exactly what your body remembers, what it recognized the moment it happened, and now the absence of it sits under your skin like static.

You catch yourself calculating, watching, measuring men differently than you did before. Not their faces. Their hands. The way they carry weight in their shoulders. Whether they'd hold still or push deeper.

Once your body learned what it was made for, it stopped accepting substitutes. You're not looking for connection. You're looking for someone who understands the assignment and finishes it completely.