Absent Lover's Touch: A Desperate Wait

The house feels emptier without you, the silence deafening. Veronica's body yearns for your return, her mind flooded with memories of your hands exploring her most intimate places. She pictures your firm grip on her waist, your fingers delving into her wet heat, your thumb circling her clit until she's writhing with need. The bed feels cold, the sheets lonely without your warmth. She touches herself, trying to mimic your touch, but it's not the same. She needs you, your body, your touch, your love. She needs you to hurry home.

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