My Solo Night In

I'm Sarah, 20 years old, and tonight I locked myself in my dorm room for an indulgent night of self-love. The day had been stressful with exams looming, but there was something about the quiet solitude that called out to me as soon as I stepped into my room. First, it was just casual undressing and touching myself in front of the mirror, exploring every inch of my body like never before, feeling confident and utterly unashamed. But then came the intense fantasies: imagining myself with multiple partners simultaneously, being seduced by someone with a dominant streak, and feeling their hands all over me as I was pushed against the wall. The fantasies were vivid enough to make my heart race, but I didn't have just one hand for this, no, tonight required everything I could give to myself, every single finger exploring until they were covered in me. I reached a point where it felt like time had stopped; waves of pleasure crashed over and over again, leaving me breathless and soaked through my clothes. Now here's the thing, I've never really gone this deep before on my own, but there’s something so freeing about it. Is this normal? Am I missing out if I don’t do more of this for myself?