Waiting for love

Jessica Fiorentino stretches out on her bed every night, alone, the sheets cool against her bare thighs. She waits for the one who never shows. While she waits, she reaches for the toy that never fails her. Her fingers close around the smooth, familiar shape. She switches it on, and the low hum fills the quiet room. Blonde hair fans across the pillow as she slides the vibrator between her legs. She is still young, still smooth in places and soft where it counts. Her free hand drifts to her breasts, then lower, parting the neat patch of hair that crowns her sex. She circles her clit with the buzzing tip, slow, deliberate. The pleasure builds fast. Her breath hitches. She presses harder, spreads wider, chasing the heat that curls low in her belly. The toy slips inside, thick and insistent, and she fucks herself with steady strokes, hips lifting to meet each thrust. Her moans come raw and unguarded. She is brunette in spirit tonight, dark-eyed and hungry, even if her hair stays golden under the lamplight. Every stroke pushes her closer. Her thighs tremble. She bites her lip, then lets go, crying out as the orgasm hits hard and leaves her shaking. The toy keeps buzzing between her legs while she catches her breath, already wondering how long until the real thing walks through her door.