Playing With Fire
I sent anonymous videos of me playing with myself with a vibrator to my deskmate just for the thrill of it.
I loved the thrill that came with carrying out forbidden, socially unacceptable acts like these—especially more so when he was frantically seeking out my identity.
The lower I sank, the greater the thrill.
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Late at night, I lay spread out in bed, panting loudly as my body trembled like jelly. I stayed like that until the waves of pleasure finally calmed down, allowing me to relax the muscles in my back.