Her body aches for release, a hunger that only she can satisfy. She closes her eyes, letting her imagination run wild. Her fingers become his, her touch becomes his touch. She can feel his lips on her neck, his hands exploring her body. She picks up the pace, her breath coming in short gasps. She's close, so close. And then, with a final stroke, she's there, her body convulsing with pleasure, her cries filling the room as she finds her release, alone, but never lonely in her private dance.