Amélie or the forbidden pleasures

Amélie closes her book with a sigh. She turns off the light but cannot find sleep. Her body is on fire. Another night without love, next to the one who snores by her side.
But Amélie wants grand passion. Frustrated, her hand glides softly down her body, Amélie plays the forbidden games.
Lying naked but not so pure on the edge of her bed, Amélie pleasures herself her own way in the dim light of the moonshine.
But solitary pleasures are not enough. Amélie finds sleeps at last, her hands still nested between her thighs. She dreams of exotic passions.