Hunger

I stand in the kitchen. The fridge is bare, but I never learned to cook anyway. Instead I feed a different hunger. My fingers drift down, slip inside my panties, find how wet I already am. One toy presses at my pussy, another nudges my ass. I take them both. They slide in together, stretching me, filling every inch. My breath stutters. The rhythm builds quick, then deeper, until my legs shake and the pleasure breaks through, sharp and full.