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Virtual Papi

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The city lights blurred outside my window, a distant galaxy of gold and white as I settled the headset over my eyes. A nervous anticipation fluttered in my chest, a delicate bird taking flight as the virtual world materialized around me. The air in my room grew thick and warm, charged with a silent, humming energy that prickled my skin. I could feel the ghost of a presence, a whisper of breath against my neck that made my pulse quicken. My fingers trembled slightly where they rested on my own arm, a poor substitute for the connection I craved. A soft, involuntary sound escaped my lips as a wave of warmth spread through me, liquid and slow like honey in my veins. The world dissolved into a cascade of pure sensation, a rising tide of emotion that left me breathless and clinging to the feeling. It was a silent, shattering release that left my body humming, every nerve ending alight with a profound and trembling peace. In the quiet aftermath, I was adrift in the echo of that connection, completely and utterly unmoored. The lingering sensation was a tender, secret bloom in the stillness of the night.