Secrets of Desire
I tell myself I’m just going to rub one out quickly and sleep.
I lied.
I didn't bother with panties, I stripped naked, climbed onto the four-poster bed, and opened the hidden folder on my phone. The photo I chose is hot, one of Dominic last Christmas in a black button-down, sleeves rolled, top three buttons undone, smirk on his face like he knows exactly what he does to me.
I prop the phone against a pillow so it’s eye-level, spread my thighs wide, and pull out my favorite toy, a nine inch, thick, veined silicone, the closest thing I’ve ever found to what I imagine he feels like.
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