It had been two days since the "It's not you, it's me" talk. I went over to Max's house to drop off a hoodie and two tees and pick up a box of things that I had left over there over the two-plus years we dated.

It took the break-up for me to realize Max's intentions were not what he said they were. We had been together for over two years and I was taking three articles of clothing and picking up a small box of my things. He preferred it that way, just like he preferred everything in the relationship......simple.

I had just spent two days wracking my brain over what had just happened, and why. I came to realize that he liked everything simple and vanilla. There was no trying new flavors or even adding sprinkles to anything in our relationship, including anything in the bedroom, and my asking for a spicy evening garnered the talk.

I showered, climbed into bed, closed my eyes, and exhaled. My body relaxed and sank into my bed as I fantasized about the male barista in the coffee shop near my office. He flirted with all of the ladies and got eye-fucked by many including myself.

My hands drifted over my torso, stopping at my breasts. I squeezed my flesh and occasionally gave my nipples tweaks and tugs which garnered faint moans. My right hand drifted down to my slit as I spread my legs wider and I teased myself without penetrating.

I finally gave in, and my finger lightly penetrated my wetness and I began to rub a little faster and let out a moan. I reached with my other hand grabbed the vibrator and took over the job that my hand had started. It was on low and my body became electrified with chills.

I teased my slit with the tip, going a little deeper every few passes. My breathing picked up and I moaned as my passes changed to teasing plunges. My left hand grabbed and tugged at my breasts as my right hand worked my toy.

I pushed the toy a little deeper and increased the vibration which sent another wave through my body and I tugged my hard nipples. I was methodical with my plunges, going slightly deeper every few. My body craved more, but I didn't give in to my urges.

I imagined the barista on top of me and working me like I had yearned for over the past few years. My pussy was getting wetter with every stroke of the vibrator and my moans got louder.

I inadvertently turned the toy up a notch which sent another wave through my body. My breathing and moaning increased. I wanted to cum and now my body was teasing me.

My hips began to roll with the toy plunging inside of me. My breasts ached as I kept squeezing and tugging them.

I pushed the toy deeper and up a notch. I briefly focused on the fast hum as my pace quickened.

My core tightened. My breathing increased and my moaning got louder. I didn’t care if anyone heard me as the roll of my hips turned into small bucking.

My moans, hips, and pumps all synced as I so desperately wanted my body to release the orgasm.

Finally, I arched my back, bucked my hips, and held them high. The toy was deep inside me and angled against my pearl.

I let out another loud moan as my hips bucked in the air and my body finally released and an intense orgasm washed over my body. I let out a stuttered moan and drew back for one more plunge of the toy deep inside me before my hips dropped to the bed.

I turned down the vibrator and slowly worked it a few more times inside of me as my muscles contracted around it and then released. My moans turned to purrs as I turned the toy off and released it between my legs. A few more contractions pushed it out of my soaked pussy as my fingers glided over my torso as my body still tingled.

I lay there as my fingers continued to drift over my body and opened my eyes. The fan above my bed pushed cool air down on my naked body. I closed my eyes, let out another big exhale, and enjoyed the fleeting feelings in my body as I drifted off to sleep without thinking about the breakup.