Joyful hours

She counts the minutes until five. At home a pink toy waits on the sheet, already slick from last night. Door shut, skirt off, and she’s on the bed in one quick movement. The vibrator hums to life against her. She spreads wide, pressing harder, breath catching as the pleasure climbs. Her free hand cups a breast, thumb flicking the tight nipple. Eyes closed, she rides each pulse, chasing the rush she’s thought about all day. The toy slips lower, circles, then sinks in, and a low moan escapes. She works it faster, thighs trembling, chasing that sweet, drawn-out release. For now there’s only this bed, this toy, and the sweet hours stretching ahead.