The light that entered through the window was of a soft, yellow hue—almost brown—diffused by the cream-colored curtains, drawn closed. It fell upon the shadowy figure of a woman named Sarah. She was alone in her bed, her body in a half-sitting position, her back against a stack of pillows, her plaid, deep blue nightshirt unbuttoned, hanging loosely from her shoulders, her matching bottoms and turquoise cotton panties pushed to her feet. She wore a pair of wireless headphones, through which she listened to a mesmerizing mix of chimes, synthetic strings, and subtle tones; a calming, compelling music that had been with her through the night.

Her breaths were shallow and rapid, her eyes empty and lost to the ceiling; her body jostled, ever so slightly, by the thrusts of her buzzing vibrator, which she pumped steadily with her left hand as she made tight circles around her clit with the fingers of her right. The steady rhythm sent waves of sensation across her flesh, these felt pure, uncorrupted by consciousness.

A groan escaped her throat as the vibrator slipped out. Its tip danced along her inner thigh and up her belly, then over her breasts, its buzzing coming to a sudden halt as it touched her lips. She flicked it with her tongue, catching a taste as savory as milk and honey, then took it into her mouth, shuddering as her cheeks wrapped around it. Her circling fingers increased their pace. The muscles between her legs tightened. The look in her eyes became strained. Her rear ground into dampened sheets, her body twisting and turning, her muffled moans strengthening as the vibrator rode back and forth along her tongue. Suddenly, it came out with a gasp. A string of saliva hung delicately between the tip and her lips. It broke and fell across her chin as she threw her head back.

“Oh shit! Shit!”

She came like a crack of thunder, drawing in a squealing breath as the first shock of orgasm tore through her body. She rubbed hard, seizing with each burst of rapture, her hips rising from the bed as she milked her orgasm for every ounce of pleasure. She was trapped in a sensation as consuming, mindless, and heavenly as the music in her ears. She writhed and twisted and bellowed for what seemed an eternity, then collapsed, the vibrator dropping from her hand, rolling over her breast, and falling to the mattress.

As she laid motionless, panting, a glimmer of thought burst through the mindless cloud of serenity that had engulfed her: Maybe this time. Maybe this time, she would succor the sweet glow of satisfaction and fall back to the blissful sleep she had enjoyed through the night. But not a minute passed before she felt a tingling between her legs—a sudden, irresistible craving she could not ignore. Her fingers resumed their circles. The vibrator was found and brought back between her legs. With a moan, it penetrated, and all was sensation again.

The music played on as the sun grew brighter. From brown it turned to yellow—from shadow, she came into the light.

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