Just Another Night in My Apartment

I was drunk last week when I decided to take matters into my own hands. Literally. Sitting on my couch, scrolling through endless videos of strangers fucking on the internet, it became clear that no one was going to come and help me out anytime soon. So I grabbed my phone and a small bottle of lube from my drawer, knowing exactly what needed to happen tonight. I laid back and began prepping myself with my fingers, feeling them slide in easily but still stretching the tight ring of muscles just enough that it made my breath hitch. My hand moved faster over my already hardening cock as I slid another finger inside, then two, feeling my body ready itself for what was coming next. Once I had things prepared to my liking, I poured some lube into the bottle and positioned it carefully against myself. As soon as I felt the cool metal of the glass entering me, pleasure spiked up my spine in ways no solo experience before ever did. My body clamped down on the intruder almost immediately, triggering an intense release that soaked my hand. I know this isn't something most people would do, and it’s certainly not something I tell anyone else about. But every time I do this, I feel a defiance rising inside of me against all the norms and expectations out there. Tonight was just another night where I chose to take control of my own pleasure in ways that felt right for me.