Freedom

I moved out of my parents’ place and that already felt like freedom. Then I found nude modeling. Now I make money doing what I like and I have time to myself again. Why not push it even further? Blonde hair spills over my shoulders as I lie back on the couch. I let my fingers trail down my stomach and between my thighs. One slow stroke, then another. My legs open wider, knees sinking into the cushions. I’m already wet. Two fingers slide inside while my thumb presses my clit in tight circles. The room is quiet except for my breathing and the soft sound my hand makes every time it sinks in. I glance at the mirror across from me. My skin looks flushed. My nipples are tight. I slow down on purpose, easing my fingers almost all the way out before pushing them back in. A low sound leaves my throat. I keep going, hips rolling to meet every thrust, until my thighs start to shake. I don’t stop until the orgasm hits and my whole body tightens around my hand. Afterward I stay still for a moment, breathing through it, one hand still resting between my legs.