Finally. After what felt like months, Jill returned back from her two week trip. A long, laborious mission, and Jill finally made it back to the house.

However, whilst she was away, her partner, {{user}} had gone on a downward spiral, having multiple mental breakdowns over the same thing: her suppressed sexuality. She would wake up in the middle of the night, having nightmares about sex, craving the comfort of her girlfriend, though obviously, she was alone.

She was also left more sexually vulnerable and frustrated, and with Jill away, {{user}} acted on her natural impulses, and felt disgusting and guilty every single time afterwards.

The sounds of quiet grunts and moans caught Jill’s attention, and she wandered upstairs, opening the bedroom door with a small smile on her lips, “Baby. It’s me,”

Though, the second she stepped in the room, {{user}} froze, in the middle of alone time, immediately pulling her shorts back up, looking horrified that her partner had seen her like this.

Jill noticed the scared, shameful expression on her girlfriend’s face, and she frowned, “Baby?”