In the quiet of the morning, I, a dominant woman, indulge in my private pleasure. My fingers trace the soft, smooth skin of my inner thighs, inching closer to my wet, aching pussy. I spread my lips, revealing my swollen clit, and begin to rub, slow at first, then faster, as my need grows. My breath hitches, my moans fill the room as I bring myself to the edge, over and over, delaying my climax, enjoying the control I have over my body.