[This story is a collaboration between me and RedQuill.net's AI. The first draft was generated with my original prompt; then I went in and revised/added things manually to fit my signature style. Enjoy!]

In the quiet stillness of the pre-dawn hour, the cold mist rose gently from the dew-covered grass. The only thing that broke the silence was the occasional hoot of an owl, or the mysterious rattle of a chain link fence.

A slender 19-year-old girl with marble-white skin, rosy cheeks, and long black hair tied up in a black bow crept stealthily through the shadows of the old graveyard, braless nipples pressing eagerly against her black T-shirt. Her delicate hands gripped the waistband of her ripped jeans, slowly pulling them down to her knees along with her lacy red panties before letting them drop noiselessly to the ground.

Shivering slightly, she let out a little giggle of nervous excitement, the sound carried away by the mist as she stepped out of her discarded clothing. Standing before a tall, weathered tombstone wearing only a T-shirt, she turned around and leaned backward, pressing her bare bottom against the cool stone surface. She closed her eyes, relishing the feel of the cool air on her skin and the hard stone beneath her fingertips.

Her heart raced as she thought of the taboo nature of her actions, and it only served to heighten her arousal. She knew that if anyone were to catch her, they would be horrified and perhaps even angry. But it was this thrill, this forbidden thrill, that drew her back here, again and again. It was as if she was drawn to the shadows, to the figures that lay silent and still in their cold, dark graves.

With a soft sigh, she slowly lowered herself down onto the ground, her naked butt touching the cold, dew-sprinkled grass. She reached down, parting her legs as she cupped her bare pussy in her hand, rubbing gently as if afraid to wake someone sleeping next to her. Slowly her hand traveled lower, tracing circles around her tight anus and massaging it lovingly.

As she lost herself in the intensity of her pleasure, she began to imagine that she was not alone. That the spirits of the dead who lay entombed in the soil around her were watching, approving. No, more than that. She imagined they were enjoying it; that her little display of self-love was bringing them a small measure of joy, of comfort in their eternal darkness.

Her breath came in increasingly ragged gasps as pleasure coursed through her body and the cold air chilled her naked, goosebump-covered legs. Her muscles tensed, and with a suppressed cry of happiness, all the tension escaped her body at once. Spasms reverberated through her slender form as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.

When the last tremor had finally faded away, she lay there for a moment, catching her breath and brushing off a few little specks of earth and grass from her intimate places. A self-satisfied smile curved upon her lips as she realized how quickly and effortlessly she came. In this special place, it didn't take much for her to reach a dramatic climax. The most delicate of touches were electric, and the air itself was like a lover that subtly caressed her entire body.

There was always a chance that one of these times she would be caught and forever be known as that warped, mentally-ill girl who had no shame or decency. But it was worth it, she decided. It always was. Because in this moment, here beneath the star-strewn sky, she felt free, and alive. No one else needed to understand it.