Loving myself

I know what I like. Boys and girls have had their turn, but nothing matches the way I touch myself. I stretch out across the bed in delicate lingerie, my long blonde hair catching the light. The dildo feels warm in my hand as I slide it along my skin, tracing slow circles before pressing the tip where it belongs. I watch the brunette girl in the mirror arching the same way I do, lips parting, thighs trembling with each deep, steady thrust. The rhythm builds, sharp and wet, until the world narrows to the pulse between my legs and the breath I can’t quite catch. When I come it’s hard, bright, and completely mine.