The world has shrunk into a single, throbbing point of focus. Every fragment of my existence drawn to the molten core of my desire. My nerves hum, taut and trembling, every thought consumed by the exquisite heat pulsing between my thighs. That cursed point. My body hangs suspended, face-down, an unfamiliar, disorienting angle - hips elevated, thighs spread wide. I’m frozen in time and space, open, exposed, offered to the...