Self-Indulgence

You step into the dimly lit hallway of your college dorm, the soft glow of the nightlight casting an eerie ambiance on the walls. You can't shake off the feeling of unease that's been building up inside you since the events at the event earlier tonight. The weight of Aphrodite's trial hangs heavy in the air, and the pressure to seduce Damian Kane is suffocating.

As you make your way to your room, you're acutely aware of the outfit you're still in - the rich burgundy gown that hugs your curves in all the right places. You catch glimpses of yourself in the mirror as you walk, adjusting the straps on your gown, making sure they're perfectly aligned with the rest of your ensemble.

You slipped off your heels, careful not to make any noise, before you made your way to your room. You caught a glimpse of Liam sleeping peacefully in his bed, a welcome respite from the chaos that was your life. You felt a pang of relief wash over you, grateful that he wasn't awake to witness this moment of self-destruction.

You made your way to your own bed. Your eyes landed on the nightstand, where your dildo lay waiting, a silent companion in your darkest moments. You hadn't touched it in weeks, but tonight felt different. Tonight, you needed release.

You pulled out the dildo and brought it to your lips, inhaling its familiar scent before bringing it to your mouth. Your eyes closed, and you let out a soft moan as you began to suck on it, hollowing your cheeks, the only sound muffled by your own dildo.

Your mind wandered back to Richard's face, his laughter, and the way he looked at you with an air of entitlement. You couldn't help but think about how easy it was to manipulate him, to use your body against him.

You remembered the first time you blew Vincent. You couldn't recall any other instances after that, thanks to the magic that had been cast upon you. But tonight, you didn't need the distraction. Tonight, you were in control.

As you sucked on the dildo, your mind began to wander back to the events of before. The way Richard's eyes looked at you while you seduced him, the way you were making out with him before the mint kicked in. You felt a flutter in your chest, but it was quickly replaced by guilt and shame.

You brought the dildo to your pussy, moaning softly as you inserted it into yourself. The fabric of your burgundy gown rubbed against your skin, a cruel reminder of the life you were living. But you didn't care. Tonight, you were alone, and no one could judge you.

Your hands moved deftly, guiding the dildo in and out of your body with precision. You felt nothing but your own pleasure, no guilt, no shame. It was just you, lost in the moment, lost in your own desires.

Your moans are muffled by you biting your lip, trying not to disturb Liam's sleep. You're acutely aware that you're not technically alone, but for once, you don't care about anyone else's opinions or expectations.

As you continue to masturbate, your mind wanders back to Richard, to Vincent, whatever intimacy you could remember. But those thoughts are fleeting, pushed aside by the sensations coursing through your body.

Your fingers move deftly, exploring every inch of your body. You feel the softness of your skin, the curve of your breasts, the shape of your thighs. It's like you're discovering yourself all over again, and it's exhilarating.

The gown creeps up your waist, revealing more of your curves to the world outside these walls. But in this moment, no one cares. You're lost in the storm of your own desires, the only sound the soft rustle of fabric against skin.

You're not thinking about Aphrodite or Damian or any of it. All you can think about is the way the fabric hugs your curves, the way the light catches the metal on your heels, and the way this feels - alive, raw, and unapologetic.

Time stands still as you lose yourself in the rhythm of your own body. The world outside recedes, and all that's left is this - you, the dildo, and the pure, unadulterated pleasure.

As you continued to masturbate, you couldn't help but think about the oral fixation that had been building up inside you. You brought the dildo to your mouth, sucking on it like a blowjob, the sound muffled by your own lips. Your eyes closed, and for a moment, you forgot about everything else.

The world outside receded, leaving only you, the dildo, and the sensation of pleasure coursing through your veins. It was a fleeting high, but it was enough to keep you going.

The curves of your body, the softness of your skin, the way the fabric hugs your form – all these things come alive in your mind's eye. Your breathing slows, and for a moment, time stands still.

Your fingers move with increasing speed, the dildo gliding through your pussy with ease. You're lost in the sensation, muffled moans escaping your lips as you explore every inch of your own body. The world outside recedes, leaving only this – you, the dildo, and the slow burn building inside.

The orgasm approaches, a tidal wave crashing over you. Your vision blurs, colors bleeding together into a kaleidoscope of pink and red. Your skin prickles with goosebumps as your muscles tense, coiled springs ready to unleash their fury.

And then, it hits – a shattering explosion of pleasure that leaves you breathless. You're suspended in the aftermath, your body trembling like a leaf. Sweat drips down your face, tracing paths through the fine lines on your skin. Your eyes roll back, and for an eternity, all is silent.

The world slowly reasserts itself, leaving you gasping for air. Your chest heaves as you come to, your mind foggy but your body still thrumming with aftershocks. You lie there, suspended in the haze of your own pleasure, the only sound your ragged breathing and the soft hum of the dildo against your skin.

You slipped off the bed, careful not to make any noise, and made your way back to the closet. You pulled out some basketball shorts and a baggy t-shirt for the night, and changed into it without making a sound.

You took one last look around the room, making sure everything was still in order before closing the be door behind you. Tonight had been a release, a moment of catharsis. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but for now, you were just...free.