A Lonely Night Shift Fantasy

Every night alone at work, I think about her, my wife. But she doesn't share my kink. So tonight, as the warehouse empties and shadows creep in, I pretend it's us, skin on skin. She isn't here, but her body is vividly in my mind, every curve, every touch. Fingers sliding inside me, hard and fast, imagining her mouth sucking, licking, each stroke driving away loneliness until dawn.