Late, after a strenuous day, all she thinks about is sex. She doesn't understand that voracious appetite that consumes her. Go home as fast as she can in time to calmly bathe in peach foam that takes her to another dimension. The boldest thoughts chase her every gesture of her hands but she doesn't give in. She knows that in two hours her mate will warm her up. She prepares an edible starter, opens a bottle of wine and relaxes on the couch waiting for her love.

Soraia doesn't realize that she falls into a sleep filled with sexual desire that is abruptly interrupted by the sound of her cell phone. An unknown number that a little disoriented decides to answer. News is given that John is in a coma. He's had an accident at work and his torrid night turns into his worst nightmare.

Since this day, days have turned into nights. Nights turn into an infinite desert and sex evaporates. Since this day she is unable to think about sex. She has plenty of guilt and the worst thing is that she can't even remember the last time she gave in to desire because work has always been more important than sharing love. What was a hot novelty, in the first years, passed to scarce kisses and caresses due to fatigue and lack of time together.

Now that doesn't happen. There are not two! There is no desire! There is no sharing! There is pain! There is despair! There is regret! John wakes up after 8 months. In addition to being stunned, he sees his body weakened, without muscular structure, without knowing what or why his condition and as if that were not enough, he is informed of the impotence that will accompany him for the rest of his life.

A cold bucket falls on her and it is at that moment that Soraia enters a camouflaged smile and the lives of these two beings have the most feared end.

They didn't dedicate the time due to the relationship, to them, to love. Now it's too late! Long live the affection, the complicity and the unexperienced sex. Empty.

Now it's just empty!!!