Tilda gets ready

Our heroine hobbled over to the bathroom, one hand cupping her nethers as the pain from the falling book was still raw and throbbing. Tilda came to forget about the agonising accident as she went about her morning ablutions, eventually stripping naked to shower. This whole time, Tilda was giving half her attention to her phone.

If Tilda had any vices, the most prominent would be her phone addiction, and this addiction was more like a critical dependence. She could hours upon hours checking on her various social media pages, chatting with her friends, and the million other things one could do on their smart device. She had taken to carrying her phone everywhere (the millennial that she was), even in the bathroom.

As she finished her shower, she heard the buzz of a new notification. Tilda picked up her phone from the countertop and was already typing out a post in response with one hand as she made to step out of the porcelain bathtub. Unfortunately for her, she failed to notice a loofah that had dropped to the floor during her morning routine, so preoccupied with her phone. She placed her right foot on it, and the unfamiliar texture and uneven surface gave her a mental startle. In surprise she placed all her weight on her left foot which was still in the bathtub. As her body jerked, her foot slipped on the wet porcelain, leaving Tilda to fall crotch-first on the bathtub ledge.

"ARRRGH! Fuck!" Tilda swore as her pussy slammed into the hard ledge. Her body weight further compressed her sensitive clit into ledge. Her legs instinctively clamped down, and she struggled to get up without hurting her snatch any further. She extricated herself from the painful position and massaged her pussy in agony. As she was naked, there was nothing to shield her sensitive vulva from the hard impact.

Tilda groaned again. It was all she could do as her groin ached and throbbed for the second time this morning. She cupped herself a little more, before inspecting her crotch. Sure enough, the area had become a little red and there was some swelling already. She leaned against the counter for a few more minutes, trying to will the pain away, before resolving to continue getting ready.

If the morning was this distressing, Tilda could only hope that the rest of her day wouldn't be any more traumatic for her tender parts.