You know that feeling when you kinda want to do it but you’re not craving it yet…? The slight tingle under the skin, the itch in your brain, the buzzing in your fingers. And then you just start because it’s Sunday and there’s not much waiting.

That’s me today. Pushing my responsibilities away for a while and giving into this prickling feeling. Caressing myself through my underwear, grabbing my toy and letting the buzz and friction of the fabric push me down the way to my first orgasm. Trembling legs, arched back, circles around my clit. And you know that feeling too, when you just want to push further? You could stop, you could say it’s enough, you could put it away and be don’t for the day. But not today… I pushed it beneath the black fabric of my panties and kept going, feeling myself get wetter and softer with each passing minute. Pinching my nipple with the other hand, thinking of various fantasies and playing them out in my mind. Drawing out my pleasure, waiting for the climax, pushing and pulling away from the edge. Maybe for an hour… just toying with the pleasure I can give myself and feeling my pussy become so slick and swollen… so hot and silky…

But it doesn’t feel like enough… there’s more waiting and I wanted to reach it… I pull my panties aside and slowly push my toy inside and that feeling alone, of the slipping in and instantly hitting my spot… takes me back to that one first time their fingers pushed inside and curled upwards to make me gasp. And I push in and pull out… in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, until my legs shake and my hips lift off the mattress. I don’t count how many times my legs trapped my hand between my thighs as I rattled through the waves of my apex. I turn around, still not finished. And I drill into myself from the back as I lie down, images coming to life behind my eyes once again and I groan into the sheets as I hear my wet, sticky sounds fill the room. It takes too long… I grow impatient and I change position again, pulling one knee up to my chest as I pound myself and I can feel myself tense up and clench, gripping the toy with my pussy. My eyes squeeze shut and I groan, my hips lifting as I move against my own motions and chase another high. My body shaking and whines coming out of my mouth as I clench down hard and rub my clit. And I wish I wasn’t alone doing all the work, I wish the only warmth wasn’t coming from the blanket and my heat, I wish my moans weren’t the only ones penetrating my ears. And I keep going, fucking myself for what seems like another half hour at least, wanting to make a bigger mess. I don’t know how many times in total I make myself cum but after what feels hours I am finally satisfied enough to stop. My wrists thanking me for it, as I sink back into the pillows and cuddle for a few minutes before I slide off the bed and turn on my playlist. I step into the shower, running my hands over the soft skin of my body and I smile to myself. Washing off the the slippery mess my pleasure made. My hand runs through my pussy, puffy from all the blood flow. Then I wrap myself in my bathrobe, not bothering putting on anything underneath. Secretly wishing someone would come over and ruin me some more, who would appreciate the easy access under my robe. But it’s just me today, tomorrow, next week. So I’ll just play with myself.