Bedtime fun

I never go to bed alone. If there’s no body beside me, I make sure the night still burns. The lace of my lingerie catches the light as I slide onto the sheets, the delicate fabric cool against my skin for only a moment. My fingers slip under the waistband, drawn by the pulse that’s already quickening. Each stroke comes slow at first, then sharper, finding the exact rhythm that makes my breath catch. The tension builds fast. My thighs tense. My back arches. The room fills with the soft, slick sounds of pleasure I refuse to hide. When it crests, it rolls through me in long, steady waves, and I let it, riding every last pulse until I’m spent, glowing, and perfectly alone.