A Long Night of Solitude

I'm thirty-five and have been with my partner for ten years. We've grown distant, our intimacy dwindling to the point where I barely feel him anymore. Last night, after he fell asleep, I woke up with a desperate urge inside me. My hand found its way between my legs, fingers teasing my clit until it was swollen and sensitive. Pressing harder, my hips bucked off the bed as I sank two fingers deep into myself, feeling the slick warmth envelop them. I climaxed silently in our quiet bedroom, tears slipping down my cheeks because even when we're alone, he's still not here with me.