A woman, home alone, is haunted by the ghost of her lover's touch. She closes her eyes, recalling the way his hands explored her body, the feel of his lips on hers. Her body aches for him, her nipples hardening, her core throbbing. She gives in to her need, her fingers replacing his, her imagination filling the void he's left behind. She pictures him watching her, his eyes dark with lust, his breath ragged. She brings herself to climax, her cries echoing through the empty house, a symphony of longing and release.