Ache
Trapped in a cycle of longing and betrayal, her heart remains a battleground where love and lust wage war, forever bound to the ache of his absence.
The stale air of the bedroom reeks of sex and sweat. I’m sprawled naked on crumpled sheets, two fingers thrusting into my soaked cunt so hard the bedframe creaks. My thighs glisten, part sweat, part desperation, as I fuck myself raw, chasing the ghost of his touch. The memory of his hands, his mouth, and his cock haunts me. It’s been weeks since he left, but my body still yearns for him like a junkie for a fix. I shouldn’...
