I think about just how dirty my needy pussy and clit have made me over the years. All of the surfaces and furniture and stuffed animals I've humped and ground my aching pussy against. All of the faucets and showerheads and water jets that have pummeled my throbbing clit. All the cylindrical objects that the walls of my cunt have clenched and oozes and creamed around as I filled and fucked myself or ridden them feverishly.

The dildos I've ordered on prime delivery. The vibrators I've bought in seedy sex shops before the internet made it so easy.

I think about how many times I've carried out professional conversations while my panties are soaked and seeping wetness into my pants. I think about the hands I've shaken while my fingers have smelled of my delicious pussy. I think about how many times I've had rock hard, post orgasm nipples while talking to a neighbor.

All the times I've "cybered" and chatted and exposed myself online. The videos and photos and voice notes I've posted of myself edging and gooning. All the times I've coaxed orgasms out of throbbing cocks and other women's desperate pussies.

All of the public places I've listened to porn through my headphones. Slipped toys inside myself during errands. Clenched my thighs on planes and in waiting rooms. Finger fucked myself in bathroom stalls. Cum hard in my pants in traffic and parking lots while a toy vibes deep in my cunt.

All of the times I've denied myself, building the anticipation. Torturing my needed desperate pussy until I finally reward it with whimpering, panting, spasming orgasms.

All I want to do right now is masturbate. I don't want to go to the gym. I don't want to meet my responsibilities. I wish I had hours alone like I used to when I was young. I want to play until I pass out naked and soaked. But that isn't what's in my cards today.