Maya was sprawled across the bed, her eyes tracing the lazy path of the ceiling fan, its rhythmic rotations doing nothing to cool the heat bubbling within her. Noah, her husband of five years, lay beside her, his soft snores a familiar lullaby that tonight, only served to fuel her restlessness. Their sex life had become as routine as the sunrise—a weekly tryst on Saturday nights, lights off, missionary, rinse and repeat. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't... electrifying.