"Help me," I whisper into the phone, my voice laced with desperation and desire. "I can't stop touching myself." My best friend listens, her breath hitching as I detail my naughty Valentine's Day secret. I'm sprawled on my bed, my hand buried between my legs, my pussy dripping with need. "I'm so bad, I can't stop fucking myself," I admit, my voice barely a whisper. She encourages me, her own voice filled with longing, as I continue to pleasure myself, my fingers sliding in and out of my wet cunt, wishing it was her, or anyone, filling the void inside me.