Sexy time

I'm stretched out in this spacious apartment, all alone. My body knows what it wants. I slide my fingers between my thighs, slow at first, teasing the soft blonde hair that frames my sex. The pads of my fingers press and circle my hungry lips, parting them, finding the wet heat inside. I stroke deeper, then faster, each thrust making a slick sound that fills the room. The more I touch, the wetter I get. I reach for the slim vibrator on the nightstand, coat it with my own juices, and ease it inside. The hum pulses through me. My hips lift, chasing each wave of pleasure. My free hand squeezes my breast, pinching a nipple hard. Everything tightens—my belly, my thighs, the grip around the toy. When the orgasm hits, it’s sharp and long. My moan breaks into a gasp, and my body shakes as the aftershocks roll through me. I stay like that for a moment, legs spread, the toy still twitching inside me, catching my breath. Maybe next time you’ll bring more.