Desire in an Empty Home

Lately, I've been spending nights alone in my home, with nothing but memories and silence. Tonight, feeling particularly empty inside, I decided to explore a side of myself I usually keep hidden behind closed doors. I started by stripping down, laying out the sheets and pillows like we used to when... never mind that. It’s just me now. With fingers brushing against my skin in ways that only hint at what I wish someone else could give, I let go into a fantasy where every touch was real, every moan had a partner. My hand moved over slick skin, finding the spot that always made everything feel more intense. And when I finally climaxed alone, it was like a storm breaking in the darkest part of night, loud, overwhelming, and utterly me.