Sometimes, In the shadowy depths of my bedroom, as solitude envelops me and shivers cascade down my spine, my thoughts drift to the touch of a pair of hands. These hands, large and strong, meticulously explore my skin, their fingers tracing each mole, their palms gliding over every curve of my body. With a sudden, commanding grip, they bend my form until I am prostrate upon the bed. I feel their hands journey to my neck, their body pressing against mine, pinning me to the mattress. They sweep my hair aside, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine.
PD: This drawing is completely creative, based on images or photos from the internet that have been modified and redrawn by me trying to draw myself. It is not taken from a photo of mine.
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