I love to fuck myself with some toys

Nothing beat having the house to myself. The second the door closed behind my last roommate, excitement surged through me. Alone at last. I reached into my nightstand, where my favorite toys waited, sleek silicone, smooth glass, and a few improvised favorites.

Tonight was about taking my time. I dimmed the lights, lit a candle, and teased myself through my clothes, imagining what was coming, the slow stretch of my favorite dildo, the way I could control every inch, making myself moan without restraint.

I grabbed my newest obsession: a thick, veined toy with a suction cup. Pressed against the bathtub, it stood ready. Kneeling, I bit my lip as I lowered onto it, savoring every inch. God, yes.

But why stop there? My fingers circled my clit, matching the rhythm of my hips as I rode harder. The wet sounds, my trembling thighs, every sensation was mine. I arched my back, imagining an audience or just losing myself in pure, selfish pleasure.

When I came, it hit like a wave, leaving me breathless and grinning. I can't wait to try another object to get myself off.