Cozy afternoon

She finds herself alone this afternoon. The house is quiet. She thinks about her new vibrating toy and how good it might feel. She spreads out on the couch, legs parted, and clicks it on. The first touch against her clit makes her hips twitch. She presses harder, circling, letting the buzz sink deep. Her breath quickens. Fingers slip inside, two at a time, matching the toy’s rhythm. The slick sound of her arousal fills the room. She arches, chasing it, the coil in her belly tightening fast. When it finally breaks, the orgasm rolls through her in long, wet pulses. Her thighs tremble. The toy stays pressed close until every last tremor fades. That’s how she spends her afternoon, dripping and satisfied.