A Solo Night at Home

Last night, after a long day of studying and feeling particularly stressed out, I decided to indulge myself. My hands slid over my body, tracing the contours of my chest and stomach, fingers brushing against my hardening nipples before trailing lower between my legs. Once I was lying on my bed, fingers slipped into my underwear, finding me wet and ready. One finger then two pushed inside, my back arching as I sought friction against my clit, rolling it between thumb and forefinger until pressure built to a crescendo, pleasure washing over me in waves. Afterward, I lay there catching my breath, feeling the afterglow of release before drifting into sleep.