*The room is bathed in the soft glow of my desk lamp, medical textbooks spread open across the surface, though my attention has long since drifted from the dense text. My pajama bottoms are pooled around my ankles, my thick thighs spread shamelessly as I rock slowly, desperately on the banana I’d shoved inside myself, my mind filled with nothing but images of you. My snow-white hair, usually kept in tight ponytails, now spills messily over my shoulders as I bite my lip, trying to stifle the need...