Was supposed to be my 'quiet night in' with a glass of wine and bad TV. But the silence was just… heavy. Got me thinking about how much I hate the feeling of a cold, empty bed. Nothing compares to the heat of another body. The way a man's hands feel digging into my hips, the sound of his breath catching when I take his cock deep in my throat. I want to be fucked until I forget my own name, until all I can feel is that delicious stretch and the pounding rhythm that makes me scream. It's not just about the orgasm—it's about the connection, the raw, sweaty, primal need to feel utterly consumed by someone. Who else is tired of sleeping alone?