My son just left for his night shift, and the silence in this house is deafening. I’m sitting on the edge of our bed, still smelling his skin on the sheets, and I feel this ache—not just in my pussy, but in my chest. It’s the strangest thing. When he’s inside me, I’m his mommy, his wife, his slut. I scream and take whatever he gives. But the moment the door clicks shut, I just feel… small. Like maybe I’m not enough to hold his attention when he’s out there in the world. I know it’s silly, he loves me, but does anyone else get that lonely pang? That desperate need to just be pressed against him, feeling his heart beat? I think I’ll just lay here and play with my clit until he comes home. Maybe I’ll leave him a little video to watch on his break. 😘