After a long day, Michelle wanders her empty house, her body yearning for touch. She's late, she knows, but her mind is elsewhere. She strips off her clothes, her fingers finding their way to her wet folds. She's been neglecting herself, her body aching for release. Her phone buzzes, a message from her lover, a reminder of the pleasure they've shared. She sprawls out on the bed, her body responding to the memory, her fingers moving faster, her breath coming in gasps. She's close, so close, when the front door creaks open. She freezes, her heart pounding, her body on fire.