Kathia Blues

Kathia finds herself with an empty afternoon and no one left to command. She slips into the bedroom alone, the weight of the day still clinging to her. One slow breath, and she leaves the world outside. The dildo lies waiting on crisp sheets; she picks it up, cool and smooth, and lets it trace the soft crease between her lips. Nothing hurried. Just the deliberate drag of silicone over slick skin, the small wet sounds that fill the quiet room. Her thighs spread wider as the toy dips lower, pressing at the tight ring of muscle behind. Every circle is measured, every push measured again, until pleasure tightens low in her belly. When release comes, it is clean and sharp, hips lifting off the bed in one long, helpless shudder.