Monique's Countdown to Cock

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The final, languid hours of Monique Alexander’s self-imposed celibacy were ticking down with an almost audible pulse, each minute stretching her anticipation into a fine, trembling wire. She moved through her sun-drenched apartment with a restless energy, the very air feeling charged with the promise of a long-denied culmination. Her thoughts, no longer her own, were completely occupied by the singular, rugged presence of Scott Nails, the man chosen to ceremoniously shatter her virtuous streak. She imagined the deliberate, possessive weight of his hands, the ones she had studied in so many of his films, finally claiming the territory of her own eager skin. The abstract concept of “tomorrow” was now crystallizing into the very real, physical fact of his arrival, his dominant aura surely destined to fill the space just as the afternoon light now flooded the room. A shiver, entirely separate from the room’s temperature, traced a path down her spine as she mentally rehearsed the moment her front door would swing open to reveal him. This was no mere date; it was a pre-ordained collision, a carefully planned surrender to a torrent of pure, unadulterated sensation. She knew, with a certainty that warmed her from within, that Scott would not be a gentle lover but a conquering force, one she was desperately ready to have overwhelm her completely. Every inch of her body seemed to be humming in a low, resonant frequency, a biological countdown clock synchronized to the moment of his touch. The wait was becoming a form of exquisite torture, a sweet agony that would only find its resolution when she willingly offered her abstinence as a sacrifice to his experienced, and undoubtedly ruthless, expertise.