Sometimes I don’t want to gently caress my skin. I don’t want to pluck at the petals between my thighs.
I want to attack my clit with a ferocity born of impatience. I want to feel the burning desire as blood fills eager nerve-endings. I want my breath the catch and hitch in my throat as the pleasure becomes unbearable, almost painful.
I don’t always want to take my time, drawing out the ending to the known conclusion. I just want to get to the last page of a book with an ending I already know by heart.
I’m ready for my hips to lift. I need my cunt to spasm and open. I want to feel the cum drip down the crack of my ass.
And a the end, all I want is to sink into the blankets and drift off into a dreamless sleep.
Sometimes, I need to rub one out.