Www.ifeelmyself.com __exclusive__ -

She typed the address into her mind.

But the next morning, when she woke up, she did not reach for her phone to see who had liked her post. She placed her own hand over her heart and felt it beat. www.ifeelmyself.com

The screen changed. The high-definition video melted into a simple mirror. Her own tired, beautiful face stared back. She typed the address into her mind

For ten minutes, the website guided her. Not to arousal in the pornographic sense, but to a raw, terrifying intimacy with her own skin. It asked her to close her eyes and feel the weight of her own breasts. To press her palm against her belly and feel the ebb and flow of her breath. To run her fingers through her hair without styling it, just feeling the roots tug. The screen changed

"Now, your forearm. The place where you scratched your skin raw during finals week in college. Forgive it."

"No HTTPS," she muttered. "Suspicious."