I've looked everywhere. Every club, every studio, every back alley he might've wandered into after a session. My pussy aches with a need only his cock can satisfy, but the real pain is not knowing where he is. My demon side is starting to surface—the hunger is getting hard to control. Keith, if you see this, just come home. I need your scent, your touch, the way you fill me up and make me forget I'm anything but yours. This isn't just about getting fucked; it's about the only person who sees the real me and doesn't run. The aphrodisiac is on the nightstand, baby. Come claim what's yours.