From AM to PM

Sex sits on her mind from morning to midnight. A strange shape on the counter or the scent of vanilla drifts past and her thoughts slide straight to hot, wet memories. She never fights it. When the urge hits she simply reaches down, slips her fingers under the thin fabric and begins to rub. Slow circles first, then faster, hips tilting against her own hand while the rest of the day fades. The room fills with the soft, wet sounds of her stroking, breath catching each time she finds the right pressure. Blond hair clings to her flushed skin. She pushes two fingers inside, pumping them in time with the pulse between her legs, thumb never leaving her clit. She keeps going until her thighs tremble and the rush overtakes her, leaving her trembling and spent in the quiet afternoon light.