Naomys Never-Ending Hunger for Dick

Virtual Papi

Virtual Papi, Martina Hayes

The city lights blurred beyond the rain-streaked window, casting a soft, silver glow upon her silhouette as she waited. Her fingers traced idle patterns on the cool glass, a silent testament to the restless energy humming just beneath her skin. A slow, deep breath did little to calm the frantic rhythm of her heart, a drumbeat of pure, aching anticipation. She could almost feel the warmth of a phantom touch, a whispered promise of connection that made her shiver. Every fiber of her being was taut with a deep, yearning need, a hollow space only a profound, physical closeness could ever hope to fill. The quiet of the room was deafening, amplifying the sound of her own longing, a quiet sigh escaping her parted lips. She imagined strong hands, not rough but sure, mapping the delicate landscape of her shoulders, easing the tension held there. Her head tilted back, eyes closing as she lost herself in the fantasy of a presence so powerful it would eclipse this lonely hunger. It was a craving for a union so complete, it would quiet the endless whisper of desire coiling deep within her. In that hushed moment, she was nothing but raw, open emotion, desperately waiting to be utterly, and completely, consumed.