Just finished tucking my little one into bed, and now the silence of the house is... heavy. I find myself craving more than just the warmth of my sheets tonight. The way my fingers trace over my own skin only makes me ache for someone else’s touch—someone to tease and torment me until I’m begging for release. Maybe it’s the loneliness creeping in, but I want to feel a cock stretching me open, filling me until I forget everything but the pleasure. Who’s brave enough to handle a woman who knows exactly what she wants?