The quiet in this apartment is so loud tonight. Just me, a glass of wine, and the ghost of a fantasy that won't leave me alone... I can't stop thinking about how badly I want to be woken up. Not by an alarm, but by the weight of a man's body on mine, his cock already hard and pressing against me. The kind of morning where he just takes what he wants, where my sleepy moans turn into desperate pleas for more. To feel my hips grabbed and held down while he fills me up, my nails scratching down his back. God, to have a man who knows how to use me just right, to make me forget my own name before my first coffee. This empty bed is a special kind of torture.

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