I might have been a little reckless last night. i was feeling needy, so i slipped into bed and started playing with myself, thinking i was alone. the door was shut, the lights were dim, and i was too deep into it to even think twice.

but then i heard a sound. a small gasp. my roommate.

she was standing there, eyes wide, lips parted, caught mid-step like she had walked in without realizing what she was about to see. and the worst part? i didn’t stop. i should have, i know. but something about the way she was frozen, watching, made it even hotter.

she didn’t leave. she just stood there. breathing heavier.

i don’t know if she’ll bring it up today… but if she does, i don’t think i’ll be able to pretend i didn’t love every second of it.