Keep it (mostly) simple

You sit down at your desk with one knee over the other you brush your hair before applying make up and a subtle perfume, occasionally stopping to admire the manicure you got yesterday. With these tasks complete you get up and put on a matching cup-less bustier and stockings. For all of the public prudishness the women of this world are amazingly obsessed with lingerie.

You lie back on silken sheets and look up at the full-length mirror installed on the ceiling. Over the years you have sampled every kind of pornography and sex toy available but in the end you always come back to self admiration and your own fingers. Is it narcissistic? Probably but what's a girl to do with this communication gap? At least this way you don't need anything else to get off.

Eyes closed. Slow, deep breath. Eyes open. The woman in the mirror looks at you with smouldering lust. She twirls a lock of hair around one finger then blows a kiss. You put each hand on your opposite shoulder and run them down the length of your arms letting your finger tips and skin become sensitised to each other. Your left hand rises to gently caresses your collar bone while the right grasps the meeting point of your hip and thigh.

Now you start playing with your breasts, enjoying the contrast between the pink of your nipples and the deep red of your nail polish. You pinch one nipple especially hard between thumb and finger making you giggle as the woman in the mirror smiles down on you.

As you become more excited you see yourself start to blush in the mirror, starting with your cheeks and spreading all the way down to the top of your aroused breasts. Meanwhile you have started to get wet between your thighs and it is time to explore further. Your right hand drifts back down, this time permitted to start touching your inner thigh.