Drink some wine

Yeah, why the hell not? You go and fetch a glass of wine. It's just gonna go to waste, otherwise. You sip at it, and besides a little squeamish shiver up your back because of the aftertaste, it's not bad at all.

With a little extra free time, you open your laptop, and check the news... though it's terribly boring. And only getting worse, these days. Nuts to that. You wonder if you can find some stories like you used to read when you were a teenager. You remember there was a webpage, or another... or maybe you used to get actual books for free? In computer form? You feel like you could SEE the webpage, in your memory, but not remember the name at all. But it's been so long, now... even if you find the same place, even if it still exists, they might've re-designed it, by now.

You eventually find SOME page, and FEEL like it's the same place -- though it doesn't look the same, the layout is... similar? And the vibe feels right? But still, the stories you find... they're raunchy. You remember all at once that you used to get off on stuff like this, rather than porn. Boys, they always wanted to watch Pornhub, or want you to send nudes, always with the nudes. And dick pics! Always acting like you must want to see pictures like they do. But you liked your imagination more! Right? But.. these stories... either the overall mood of the stories have changed? Or you have. These are too campy! Too cheesy! You're not a little girl, anymore, you need more realism. You need more than just a hot torso and steely eyes, in a **** but strong man. How corny...

Thirty minutes later, your wine glass is empty and you're masturbating. You haven't done it in... well, some time at least. Leaning back on the couch, your legs up and your laptop leaned on your thighs, you awkwardly flick your bean, teasing yourself with slow circles as if that was all you planned to do. But your other hand had to scroll! You needed MORE SMUT! You've been patient with the decently-interesting story for a while now, the author covered her bases so nobody can say she's just cutting to the juicy stuff so you wouldn't mind it if they got a little... more descriptive. And vulgar. --Ugh, this is ridiculous... you stand up and push off your PJs. You kept hearing your... self.. sounding surprisingly wet and obscene, and that kept making you notice your very plain, mismatched underwear. And how it looked stupid, who cares, --It was in the WAY. You notice the end of the chapter is coming up and the author is a genius -- she timed it so the best stuff is at the end, so you don't skip the rest of the story -- and so your panting speeds up and you squirm, ready to cum. --God, you just thought of the word cum. How corny... how ridiculous..! --You orgasm, to a Young Adult story, alone in your apartment, slightly drink. Panting, getting shivers occasionally for some reason and twitching in your thigh, you... notice that was the end of the CHAPTER, but there's another one, and this one ended on a cliffhanger...