Caught in My Own Pleasure Pit

I’ve always thought of myself as someone who’s pretty self-sufficient. I’m an artist by trade and have lived on my own since I graduated from art school four years ago. The apartment I live in now is a small but cozy place, with enough space for my work and just me. It's been quiet here, just how I like it. One day, I was deep into a project that had consumed most of my time and energy over the past month. As exhaustion began to set in, I started feeling restless, craving something... more physical. That night, after finishing up some sketches for an upcoming exhibition, I found myself alone with nothing but my thoughts. I decided to do something I hadn't done in a long time: watch a few porn clips on my computer. As I began watching, my body started responding intensely, and soon I realized that just looking wasn't enough, I needed more. So, I went down to the basement of my building, where there's an old storage room that no one ever uses. There was a large box full of different kinds of sex toys I had bought in secret last year. I returned home with everything and set up makeshift furniture from around my place, pillows, blankets, cushions, to create a kind of pleasure pit right in the middle of my living room. That night, I explored every single toy, each one bringing me closer to the edge. The climax came when I finally used this new strap-on that vibrated against both myself and an extra dildo inserted into another part of me. As I lay there afterward, covered in sweat with my breath uneven, I couldn't help but feel a mix of shame and exhilaration. Did I go too far? Was this just something I needed to do once and forget about it or should I keep going down this path? So, here’s the question: what would you all say is next for me? Should I try to keep things light and simple from now on or dive deeper into this newfound freedom of self-pleasure?