What isn't it?

I gulped down what felt like a litre of saliva collecting mostly in my mouth. It all felt like getting drunk that one time. I’ve felt arousal many times before, even need, my body is very familiar to earthly temptations. I could usually go a month or two without giving in to the pleasures of self-****, holding out with a gentle smile while my chapel and my little steeples are swollen with sin and whimpering for that lowly kind of beautiful communion. Doing as a proper girl does. Holding out.

I could recognize when the want was too much to hold out. And the p1nk want I felt holding that vibrating machine was far more than anything I’ve ever felt. A demanding scream from the core of my tummy, a hurtful hammering under my ribs that viciously rippled through my weakening body, making every bit of fat I didn’t manage to remove with dieting or religious exercise jiggle. I felt it all jiggle.

I swallowed again and fell back against the cold, white tiled walls, I unclenched my fist and held the toy between just a few fingers. It resonated unrelentingly. I put my gaze firmly on the ceiling as always as I bunched up the skirt in my left hand and lowered the dildo under it’s hem.

'MnhaaAAH!'

I sharply yelped. The tip of it barely touched my thin little panties and it already felt like a thousand tiny fingers of mine caressing me. It was gentle but felt... hungry. I tried to ease it away carefully, but my hips followed it. I felt a bit panicked and yanked it back. That is when my brain showed that I was no longer in control.

Instead of doing as I commanded my hands plunged the toy harshly into my womanhood, pressing it forcefully against my little nub.

I cried out and my body convulsed, limbs thrashing as my mind sank into overwhelming, aggressive pleasure. I hit my head a bit on the wall and screamed and kicked the air as my hand twisted, dragging the dildo against my panties erratically, as if trying to find a way inside. My other hand shot up to my breasts and started groping me. I don't think that was me but I couldn't tell. I couldn't tell if I was still screaming or moaning or just panting. I lost my balance and fell backwards but I couldn't tell if I ever landed. Seconds turned into hours and folded back into seconds again. I think I formed words, I seem to recall desperately calling for my father for help. I know I didn't orgasm despite the touch feeling so cruelly good, so despicably pleasureable. I was in a tornado, brain barely functioning, forming incoherent memories. I suddenly gained a brief moment of clarity, aware of my position face down on the cold floor, butt in the air as my hands forcefully pushed the appliance against my thighs, wriggling it under my panties.

Then it suddenly slipped into my wet folds.

'It's in my cunt' I thought, then my consciousness exploded into white, then pink, then complete darkness.