Deal with the emergency - rub one out!

With a sigh, you roll over. You can’t help but notice your perfect shapes: flat belly, toned muscles, gorgeous thighs. You’d dream of fucking yourself if you still were… well, you. Former you? You shudder. Hopefully you can make this right. You don’t want to share life with that dumb jerk forever if you can help it. You can’t entirely silence the little, annoying, nagging voice in your head that insists on reminding you of the many times you might have behaved exactly as he just did, though.

Your hand finds its way to your mound, wet and willing. It naturally starts rubbing just the way you like it. Little circles, faster and faster. Toy with the nub, varying pressure, slow down, just a little faster… aaaah. Dip a finger lower down, back and forth, spread your wetness up your fleshy folds. Hmmmm. Circle again, closer and closer, like a shark swooping in for the kill, faster and faster. Your back arches slowly until suddenly, like a massive wave breaking on a reef, you explode in millions of droplets of pleasure. Ooooh.

Now that’s something. Good God Almighty. You never even expected that might be possible.