In that moment, I found myself wrestling with the search for the true essence of life, as she had declared that it couldn't revolve around any individual or object. I questioned what life meant to me, if not her. Who or what could fill the void within me? My mind offered me signals, but my heart vehemently rejected them, leading to a tumultuous battle within me. My soul felt crushed, like a grain of wheat being ground into flour.
As I gently nibbled on her jawline, I turned her body and ensnared her legs around me. Her voice, barely above a whisper, called out my name, "Arthur!" Our eyes locked in an intense gaze as I explored the depths of her being, kissing her passionately, my lips traversing the contours of her body, teasing the boundaries of her bosom.
