Go to sleep wishing you could fuck Darla

You stare at the screen, at her parted lips and the toy poised for entry. The offer is a siren's call, promising a pleasure so profound it would blot out everything else. Kyler's disappointment, Ava's worry, the suffocating weight of responsibility. Your thumb hovers over the video call icon, a tremor running through your hand. To see her, to hear her, to command her from the safety of the dark... the temptation is a physical ache.

But a glance at the sleeping form next to you, a sliver of moonlight catching the silver in Ava's hair, grounds you. This, here, is real. The other is a fire that could burn your entire world to ash.

With a will you didn't know you possessed, you lock the phone. The screen goes black, but the images are seared onto the backs of your eyelids.

You lie back, the sheets tangled around your legs, your body still humming with unspent adrenaline and a dull, persistent lust. You close your eyes, but Darla is there. You imagine her, not as a pixelated fantasy, but in the flesh.

The scent of her perfume, the soft give of her skin, the way her nails would dig into your back. You wish you were in your office, bending her over that desk, the wood cool against her stomach as you take her from behind, her moans swallowed by the empty building. You fall asleep with that thought, a guilty prayer on your lips.

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