Imagination

My hands slid down my body, slow, deliberate, and heat bloomed between my thighs. My cunt ached, swollen and wet, slick under my fingertips as I spread myself open. I reached for the toy, cool and heavy, and pressed it to my lips, pretending it was him—thick, rigid, and relentless. I pushed it in, deeper than I should, hips lifting to meet every thrust. My breath caught, then broke into soft, desperate moans. Each stroke grew harder, faster, until the world narrowed to the wet sound of fucking and the tightening coil inside me. When it snapped, the orgasm tore through me like nothing before, leaving me shaking, spent, and soaked.