Simple Amusement

A little pleasure, the right touch, and Miela is already lost in it. She stretches out, lazy and golden, then slips her fingers down where she wants them most. No need for company when she knows her own body this well. The first stroke is slow, testing. The next comes quicker, firmer. Her hips roll to meet her hand, breath catching as she finds the rhythm that suits her. She plays like this is all she needs. Eyes half-closed, lips parted, she lets the heat build until her thighs tremble and the rush hits hard, clean and sweet. She rides it out, fingers still moving, until every last shiver has passed. Then she settles back, satisfied, a small smile on her face. Sometimes the simplest acts feel the best.