Home Alone and Down to Bone

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Mick Blue, Mandy Muse Pic(s)

The house was profoundly still, a cavern of quietude where the only sound was the low hum of the refrigerator and the frantic thumping of my own heart. Mick had texted he was on his way, and the anticipation was a physical weight, a thick, sweet syrup moving through my veins as I paced the empty living room. When the doorbell finally chimed, its sound was both a shock and a relief, shattering the silence into a million glittering pieces. He stood there, a confident silhouette against the fading afternoon light, his gaze, Mick Blue’s famous intense stare, already undressing me from the doorway. Without a word, he stepped inside, his hands immediately finding my hips, pulling me into a kiss that tasted like stolen time and pure, unadulterated desire. Our clothes became a trail leading to the couch, a haphazard path marking the urgency of our mutual hunger, a need that felt like it was down to the bone. Mandy’s body arched against the soft fabric, every freckle on her skin seeming to ignite under his touch, her breath catching in a sharp, needy gasp. He explored her with a focused reverence, his mouth and hands mapping a familiar yet always thrilling topography of curves and soft, responsive flesh. The world outside ceased to exist as we lost ourselves in a primal rhythm, a sweat-slicked, breathless dance where every moan was a confession and every touch a promise. In that secluded bubble, we were just two raw, honest bodies stripping away all pretense, finding a profound, shuddering connection in the deep, resonant quiet of the empty house.

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Mick Blue, Mandy Muse Pic(s)

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