Kinky play at the bathroom

The bathroom calls to me. Marble and mirrors throw back every move. I feel the urge building and reach for whatever’s close. First the body lotion—cold and slick—smears across my skin, then the smooth rim of a glass presses between my legs. One after another, the pretty stones follow, sliding in slow, deliberate strokes until I’m wet and throbbing. I push farther, heart racing, testing limits no one else sees. The moment swells hotter. I spread, let the stream arc, taste the warm rush on my tongue, swallow, and keep going until every inch of me is spent and shining.