The Anticipatory Touch: Preparing for Passion

In the quiet of her room, a woman, Shelleyda1, finds solace in the anticipation of intimacy. She's not alone, yet she's alone, for now. Her mind wanders, imagining the touch of another, the feel of their body against hers. She touches herself, her fingers tracing the curves she hopes will soon be explored by someone else. She knows what's coming, and the wait is a sweet torture.

• alone
• myself
• willbefucked

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