Psychological erotica Stories

It had been more than three hours since she'd left, and already that old, restless tension had crept in—a prickling anticipation beneath his skin, as familiar as the hush of their apartment when she was gone. He found himself, not for the first time, half-admitting he relished these hours: imagining her somewhere in the world, caught in the open space of possibility. Sometimes it amazed him, this hunger for what he couldn...