The silence in this house gets so loud sometimes. The girls are at a sleepover and I find myself just standing in the middle of the living room, missing the weight of someone's arms around me. It's not just sex I crave - though god knows I'd kill to feel a man's cock buried deep in my pussy right now, to be filled until I forget my own name. What I really hunger for is that quiet intimacy afterward. Lying skin-to-skin, his cum still dripping out of me, just breathing together. That safety. That proof you're not alone. The freezer meal for one and empty bed are just reminders of what's missing.