Sometimes you wake up burning with need. With desire. Your body already desperate to feel pleasure, to feel filled. You wake up soaked already.

That was me this morning. I woke up hungry for it. I woke up knowing I’d never be able to concentrate without cumming at least once. I often use my vibrator to masturbate in the shower in the morning but the heat between my legs demanded more today. So as I gathered my shower caddy, instead of reaching for my vibrator, I grabbed my dildo. A more recent purchase from the same store where I bought my vibrator. 7”, a clear purple color with a realistic shape and a suction cup on the base. A perfect compliment for other toys, as I was told by the woman at the store.

My roommates would still be asleep, so I held my dildo in my hand as I walked across the hall to the shower. Being so brazen about it was not something I usually would do, but felt right in my current mood. I stuck it to the sink counter as I let the water warm up and took off my pajamas. I felt the slickness between my thighs and saw the evidence of my wetness in my underwear. I was aching for something to fill me.

I hopped in the shower and got right to it. I suctioned it the the tub floor and lowered myself over it. Usually I needed a minute to work myself up to it, I’d rub the tip up and down my lips as I warmed up, but today, I came in warm. I came in slick and needy and the dildo slipped inside me easily.

I bounced on it under the steamy water, feeling the muscles in my thighs working as I bounced, one hand bracing myself on the shower wall, the other rubbing fast little circles on my swollen clit. Moaning my FWB’s name, begging him to fuck me as I pretended he was there with me until after a few minutes, it hit. I let myself fall onto it completely as the waves of my orgasm rolled over me. I shook and spasmed and eventually leaned back and let the dildo sort of slide out of me. I reclined in the shower for a moment, breathing hard, watching the rise and fall of my chest, feeling the water hit my skin.

I stood up and grabbed the dildo off the floor so I wouldn’t trip and stick it to the wall. It brushed against my thighs as I washed my hair and soaped up the rest of me. It looked so perfect like that, stuck there, jutting out into the space of the shower, drooping a little under its own weight. I stroked it a little, enjoying the feeling of it in my hand, the fullness of it.

As I toweled off, I still felt the dull ache in the pit of my stomach. I could probably get through class, but this was just a temporary relief, I knew. I gave the tip of my dildo a kiss as I laid it in my shower caddy to hide it from prying eyes on my walk back to my room.

I was sated, but barely. I’d need my dildo again at some point today, I knew. And I knew it would be ready for me.