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The rain beats a tempo against my window.
I match the rhythm against my clit.
The wind howls,
Whipping through the branches.
Thrashing against pillows and sheets.
The deluge fades
Into the background, having worn itself out.
My cries become
Moans and whimpers, the urgency fading.
I touch myself
In time with the rain.
Welcome to Masturbation Monday! When the weather is dreary, it may be the perfect time for a quick wank. Need something more than this little tease? You know where to go…