Priselvis
The last echoes of our shared passion still hummed in the quiet room, a fading warmth against my skin that wasn't quite enough. A profound, aching restlessness settled deep within my bones, a silent plea that the intimacy had not fully answered. Turning onto my back, I let my legs fall open in a posture of utter surrender to the hushed, moonlit air. My eyes fluttered closed as my own hands began a slow, seeking journey across my trembling stomach. Each touch was a whispered secret to my own soul, a delicate rekindling of the embers he had left behind. The soft cotton sheets whispered beneath my shifting weight, a quiet chorus to my accelerating heartbeat. I lost myself in the building sensation, a rising tide of pure, liquid warmth that pooled and spread in radiant waves. This was a different kind of communion, a private conversation between my body and the lingering ghost of his affection. A soft, shuddering sigh escaped my lips as the final, shimmering release washed through me, leaving my entire being humming with a profound and peaceful completion. In the tender aftermath, I lay perfectly still, cradled in the sweet, resonant pleasure that finally, truly, lingered.
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