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The morning sun, a silent and golden witness, streamed through the kitchen window as the last sound of his car faded down the street. A profound and heavy stillness settled around me, a quiet so deep I could feel the soft hum of the refrigerator through the cool tiles beneath my bare feet. Leaning back against the solid counter, I let my head tilt back, a slow, deep breath escaping my parted lips as my eyes fluttered closed. My fingers, moving with a will of their own, traced a languid path up the sensitive skin of my own neck, a delicate shiver following in their wake. A soft, breathy sigh escaped me, the sound seeming to hang in the warm, sun-drenched air as my other hand splayed across my stomach, feeling the gentle, rising warmth there. Each tender touch was a whispered promise, a slow-building rhythm that made my breath catch and my pulse quicken its steady, throbbing beat. The world outside, with its distant sounds of life, simply melted away, leaving only this rising, shimmering feeling of anticipation coiling deep within me. A flush of heat spread across my chest and cheeks, a beautiful, blooming warmth that mirrored the building tension in my trembling limbs. My lips curved into a faint, private smile as the pleasure crested, a wave of pure, liquid warmth washing through every fiber of my being, leaving me breathless and utterly spent. In the glowing quiet that followed, I stood there, suspended and soft, my body humming with the sweet, lingering echoes of a secret shared only with the light.
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