Spicy Hot
— Fuck.
I fall to my knees before my vanity, fingers trembling as I open the bottom drawer. There, beneath the perfume bottles and dusty jewelry boxes, lies what I'm looking for: a small tongue-shaped vibrator, flexible and cold. I turn it on with a click, the dull buzz of vibrations filling the room. Without hesitating, I lift my gown and part my lips with two fingers, already swollen, already soaked. The smooth plastic glides against my clitoris and a raw, desperate moan escapes me.