SEX ZONE.
The midnight silence of my empty apartment was broken by the soft chime of your call, a sound that sent an immediate flush of warmth across my skin. I curled into the plush sofa, the fabric cool against my bare legs, as your voice filled the room, a low, familiar hum that resonated deep within me. My breath hitched as you spoke, your words painting promises that made my heart flutter wildly against my ribs. I could almost feel the phantom weight of your gaze, intense and wanting, as if you were right there in the shadows with me. A slow, languid smile touched my lips, my eyes closing to better savor the rich timber of your tone. My fingers traced idle, trembling patterns on my collarbone, remembering the gentle pressure of your touch. Every whispered syllable from you was a delicate caress, stirring a longing that pooled, hot and heavy, in my core. The world outside my window blurred into insignificance, leaving only the sound of your desire and the rapid, aching pulse it created in me. I felt utterly captivated, wrapped in the invisible embrace of your distant affection, my entire being yearning for a closeness the miles between us denied. That call was a beautiful, breathless torment, leaving me trembling and utterly consumed by the emotional storm you so effortlessly conjured.
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