Bedroom secrets

Come inside. This is my room, the one place no one gets to see. My diary lived here once, page after page of names I never said out loud. I used to lie right here, legs spread on the sheets, hand between my thighs, imagining the boys I sat next to in class. I’d picture their hands under my skirt instead of mine. Back then the fantasy was enough. Tonight, it’s just me again, the red lace of my panties already damp as my fingers slip lower. I don’t rush. I take my time, letting each slow stroke pull another soft sound from my throat. The fantasies haven’t changed, only the way I touch myself to them now.