"I remember catching up with a friend after the first lockdown here. Over a few drinks, we got to chatting about what we got up to keep ourselves sane. So she leaned in, a little tipsy and conspiratorially whispered that at one point she basically masturbated for a week straight. Fingers, toys, grinding, showerheads, fruit or vegetables, didn't matter, she just let loose. Only time she stopped was when she slept or had to eat. She said that her apartment reeked of sex for weeks afterwards."