Bathroom Fantasies

Berinice lets the robe fall. Her skin gleams under soft light as she slides her fingers down her own stomach and hips. She moves slow, savoring each touch. In the tiled space she parts her legs and traces the soft blonde curls between them. Her breath catches when she finds the small, firm nub she likes to rub. Soon she opens a drawer, pulls out a smooth pink toy, and coats it with a slick of lube. The first slide in draws a long moan from her. She works the toy in and out, rolling her hips, matching the rhythm of her quick fingers on her clit. Every thrust pushes her closer. Her legs tremble. She bites her lip, eyes half-closed, as pleasure tightens through her belly and finally breaks. When it passes she keeps moving, gentler now, riding the last soft waves until the toy slips free and she rests, spent and glowing, against cool marble.