On New Year’s Eve, the loneliness gripped me more tightly than ever, but in my thoughts, you were there. I imagined you walking through the door, your eyes finding mine, silencing all the noise of the world with your presence. I could feel your hand slowly gliding over my body, as if your touch arrived like the New Year itself—filled with promises and passion. I saw you stepping closer, the air heavy with your presence, and in every passing second, my focus was entirely on you. As your hand cautiously yet confidently reached for me, my skin seemed to ignite from your touch. Your fingers exp...

On New Year’s Eve, the loneliness gripped me more tightly than ever, but in my thoughts, you were there. I imagined you walking through the door, your eyes finding mine, silencing all the noise of the world with your presence. I could feel your hand slowly gliding over my body, as if your touch arrived like the New Year itself—filled with promises and passion. I saw you stepping closer, the air heavy with your presence, and in every passing second, my focus was entirely on you. As your hand cautiously yet confidently reached for me, my skin seemed to ignite from your touch. Your fingers explored a part of me that until now, only my imagination had known. Each movement carried tenderness, yet there was an undeniable fire in it, one that made my body tremble.