I take my alone time very seriously. It's almost a meditation time for me. You know how others do yoga and ball other spiritual cleansing s**t? Yeah, my alone time is a time I set aside meticulously to pleasure myself.
I've just hitched up my skirt. I’m kneeling and the hem is up at my buttocks, almost exposing them, but not quite. The familiar tingling anticipation sweeps over my flesh as I part my thighs, just a little, and lift one of the implements laid out before me.
I always start with the smallest—the finest.
I hold my breath and close my eyes, letting my head fall back, jaw slack, in the pose that signifies the beginning of my ritual.
I run the tip of the long, fine shaft up the inside of my thigh, swirling and sweeping as I go, imagining the pattern it makes on my skin.
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