She ran her tongue along the base of his cock, flicking, licking. He was close. She could tell.

Closer than she thought. As she placed her lips at the curve between his cock and balls, he let out a grunt. With a frustrated grunt, she quickly moved to put her lips around him, gently sucking as his cum spirted into her mouth.

He fell back with a sigh and was quiet for a few moments. She peered into the nearby mirror, seeing if stray splatters had hit her face.

They had not.

He cleared his throat. “That was great ... Babe,” he said.

Mona smiled. “Thank you,” she said quietly.

He sat up. “Hey, listen, I hate to say this...”

She nodded quickly. “That is OK. I understand.” She smiled. “Life gets in the way.”

They engaged in some small talk while she got ready, but it would be nothing she would ever remember.

A few moments later, she was out of his door and back onto the street, heading home.

About halfway home, she was passed by a young girl out running. A few steps after the girl had passed Mona, she let out a frustrated huff and bent down to tie her sneaker.

Mona had to stop. She pretended to stop to tie her shoe, though she had to untie it to do so. As she did so, she looked at the girl’s beautiful behind, perfectly shown off by her pink tights. Mona wondered what it would be like to bury her face between those perfect buns, what delights her tongue would find.

The girl got up quickly, sprinting away, oblivious to being an object of lust.

When she got home, Mona undressed and climbed into bed with a sigh.

Another empty date. Another random hookup, meaning nothing.

She stared at the picture on the night table. Ten years. It had been ten years since she had received the phone call every mother, every wife, fears to get. Her little girl and her husband were both taken away so quickly that they did not know they were gone.

But she did. More than ten years had passed, but she still felt emptiness daily.

She sighed again and began drifting to sleep. When she was at that edge between being awake and being asleep, she swore she felt a body press against her, but when she turned to look, there was nothing there.

She drifted off to sleep.

The next night, as she was at that edge, she again felt the body. And again, when looking around, she found nothing.

It happened the next night.

And the night after.

And the night after.

Finally, she came to expect the feeling. The feeling comforted her. Initially, she did not understand it, thinking she wanted to play games with her. She had been alone for so long, needed the touch of another human being, but had never been able to find that connection.

She thought that her mind was giving her that comfort.

One night, she swore she felt the arms embrace her. She turned, opened her eyes, and found nothing. She closed her eyes and felt the embrace again. She kept her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling. She swore the other body pulled her closer, snuggling into her.

That kept on for several nights. Sometimes the body would spoon her. Sometimes she would spoon the body. Other times, the bodies held each other face to face. Never did she see the body. After a while, she stopped trying.

One night, she nestled her face into her hair. She swore it. She could feel the strands on her face, the body pressing into hers; she swore she could hear the sigh.

Each night after that, she would nuzzle her face into the hair. It gave her even more comfort.

She let her hands roam over the body. It took her a while, but eventually she found it was a female body.

Still, she could not see it. At first, her mind tried to fight that, but eventually, she accepted it. She would enjoy the feeling of the female body pressed against her own.

The body was a bit smaller than hers. It was a very fit body. With some experimental exploration, she could feel the woman’s smaller breasts pressed against hers.

One night, she realized the body was naked. So, she decided to do the same the next night, taking off her sweatpants and t-shirt. The body responded by pressing into hers even more.

She swore, she felt soft lips pressing into her neck, moving over it slowly, sending chills up and down her spine. She swore she felt little sparks of electricity on her neck as the lips touched her skin.

The lips moved up to hers, the electricity increasing as the lips pressed against hers, the body pressing against hers. Mona softly placed her hand behind the other woman’s head, bringing the face closer to hers, kissing harder, more passionately, little groans escaping from her lips.

She opened her eyes.

The feeling was gone; nothing was in bed with her.

With a frustrated sigh, she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

The next night, the nude body was there again, pressed against her back.

The tender, electric lips found her neck again, pulling her hair aside to kiss her skin. The small breasts pressed against her back. Two small, tender arms wrapped around her waist, pulling their bodies close.

The lips kissed up her neck, nibbling at her neck, nibbling at her earlobe. Her breath grew quicker as she felt the other woman’s hands softly caressing her stomach.

Then she heard the voice.

It was only one word.

It was as if in her ear, inside her head, yet somehow far away.

But one word, which sent shudders up and down her body.

“Love.”

Just one word. With a gasp, her eyes still closed, she turned her head and opened her mouth. Another mouth met hers, driving its tongue into her mouth, the electricity sparking her mouth, the enthusiastic kiss making her head swim. Two hands moved up from her stomach, softly caressing her breasts, circling her nipples, gently teasing her nipples.

She could feel the woman’s hardening nipples pressing against her back; she could feel the other woman’s warm groin pressing against her behind.

With an almost desperate gasp, she parted their lips, panting, “What is this? Who are you?”

The other woman planted soft kisses on her cheek as she asked those questions.

Gently, she felt the other woman arise over her, tenderly rolling Mona onto her back. Breathing deeply, Mona spread her knees, feeling the other woman climb between them, then felt the other woman’s body press against her own, the feeling of electricity all over her body.

The other woman nibbled at Mona’s bottom lip, whispered, “I am Love, I am lust. Keep your eyes closed. Let desire take control.”

Mona softly nodded, then felt the lips pressed against hers again. She willingly tasted the other woman’s lips and felt her tongue slide into her mouth.

The other woman still massaged Mona’s breasts, both women’s breasts sliding against each other. The other woman was a little bit shorter, Mona could tell, as she could feel the other woman’s warm groin inches over her own.

She ran her hand over the other woman’s soft behind, feeling her sigh as she did so, marveling at the curves and the texture. She gave a gentle squeeze, then a soft spank. The other woman giggled.

She felt one of the other woman’s hands move from one of her breasts, moving down, softly caressing her stomach, moving down until the woman’s palm was pressed against her mound.

“You are wet,” the other woman whispered.

Mona nodded.

The other woman removed her hand, took one of Mona’s hands, and placed it against her mound. Mona let out a small gasp, wondering at the heat and wetness. “So am I,” the other woman whispered.

The passionately kissing lips returned, as the other woman returned her hand to Mona’s pussy, softly rubbing up and down, up, and down, gently, softly. The woman’s fingers slid softly over her labia as her tongue dove wildly into Mona’s mouth. Mona let out a soft gasp as a finger gently slid inside of her, exploring her inner walls, sneaking in deeper and deeper until the second knuckle was inside of her. Slowly, rhythmically, the finger moved inside Mona, bringing out more wetness.