Loving toy

She’d been talking about it for days—this new toy with a curved head and a small nub built to press where fingers usually couldn’t stay steady. She even left it on the nightstand before work. By mid-afternoon the sun had thinned to gold stripes across the sheets, and the quiet felt thick enough to touch. I slipped out of my clothes, lay back, and clicked the smooth silicone on. The low hum traveled straight through my palm. When I pressed the head in, my body took it without hesitation, warmth spreading fast. A second later the nub found its mark, a quick, focused vibration that made my thighs twitch. Each pulse grew sharper. My breath broke into short, wet sounds, and the sheets twisted tight under my fists. The pressure built until it snapped, thighs shaking, cunt clenching hard around the toy while the little nub kept working. One last jolt and everything spilled over—wet, sudden, bright.