Three glasses of wine and the house is finally quiet. I can feel the weight of this empty bed, the cold space next to me that's been there for years. My skin literally aches to be touched, to be worshiped. I miss having a man's hands on me, his mouth on my nipples, his cock buried deep inside my cunt. The kind of fucking that makes you forget your own name. I used to be someone's fantasy. Now I'm just the invisible woman who keeps the fridge stocked. What I wouldn't give to feel truly desired again, to have someone whisper all the filthy things they want to do to me while their fingers make me cum.