Empty Nights

I’ve been playing Mommy to my partner for years now. We both find it incredibly intimate and fulfilling, but lately, I feel this deep sadness during the nights when he’s asleep. It feels like an adult version of missing a bedtime story, only more profound. Tonight, after putting him to bed, I found myself standing by his door, listening to his steady breathing, wishing I could be both mother and lover at once. The roleplay is so vivid that sometimes it blurs the lines between reality and fantasy for me. But there’s this constant ache of longing during those quiet moments when the night settles in.