Some feelings defy the rigid rules society imposes to maintain order and equality, distributing resources among all. But how can such constraints apply to love, ecstasy, erotica, and the profound union between a man and a woman? Nothing else matters when two souls crave closeness, drawn by the raw energy and power of love, it can't be controlled or neatly defined.
Aurilia isn't thinking; she's simply feeling. In the deep darkness of night, a hand approaches her, its touch igniting a spark that makes her inwardly gasp, "Wow." She pretends to sleep carelessly, but her breath betrays her, lungs pumping more air as her heart pounds wildly. Her nipples harden like diamonds, straining against the fabric of her top as if ready to pierce through. She's trembling, frozen on the outside like stone, while inside, a volcano boils with anticipation. The hand—mature, deliberate—glides slowly from her thigh to her inner legs, a single finger occasionally brushing against the soft edge of her panties. It notices every subtle shift, waiting to see how and when she'll respond...