Warm-up - part I.

Some nights the wait feels endless. I slip into my sheerest lingerie, the kind that barely covers anything, and let the silk whisper against my skin. My breath quickens as I light a single candle, the glow soft on the bed. Then I reach for the toy waiting on the nightstand. I ease it between my thighs, already slick, and push it in slow. My pussy tightens around the smooth length, warming it, stretching just enough. I work it in steady strokes, letting every muscle remember how good it feels to be full, getting ready for the moment he walks through the door and finds me wet and open.