You craved to be touched, soft was nice but that was for good girls.  You needed strong hands.  Nothing made you feel more alive than rough mauling hands on your skin.  One man was nice, but that was for innocent girls.  You needed your whole body taken.  Your tender flesh squeezed, slapped, fingered, pinched, bruised.  The more hands using your body the better, you came so much harder with their aggressive needs.  Probing, scratching, tugging, spreading…your body molded by their hungers till they exhausted themselves.  Nothing more satisfying to feel their filthy touches hours after they were gone.