Fragile Illusion

Denise knew it was just a trick of the mind, yet her body refused to forget. She rolled onto her back, fingertips drifting between her thighs, finding the heat already slick. With a soft gasp she pushed two fingers inside, slow and deep, matching the rhythm that still played in her head. Her wrist flexed, palm pressing tight against her swollen clit, every stroke pulling a fresh whimper from her lips. She came hard, legs trembling, the same questions echoing between her ragged breaths. Maybe tonight was more than memory. Maybe next time it would be real.