It was late and sleep evades me. I tossed and turned.
I straddled one pillow—it felt nice against my clit. I wanted more. The room is dark, I’m naked. My body is warm and pleasantly scented. I started touching myself, I know just how to do it, just where, for how long, the right pressure.
I’ve explored every region many times. Squeezed my nipples, moaned--squeezed them again...
I am warm and moist and ready. I’m flushed. My pulse is racing, breasts heaving. I could reach orgasm in a flash, but won’t, I don’t want the feeling to end—pleasure, pain, torture, ecstasy all in one. It can’t be captured, it disappears too fast. So I lingered, teasing, teasing and denying, offering and taking it back until I’m enslaved—by my flesh—I am no longer in control. I shivered. I scream. I am completely lost.