Lost in the Rhythm of Self

Alone in her sanctuary, she begins her ritual. Her body moves with a life of its own, undulating to the silent beat of her heart. She explores her flesh, her touch lingering on her hardened peaks, her slick valley. Her fingers delve deeper, her rhythm intensifying, her gasps of pleasure punctuating the air. She teeters on the precipice, her body tense, then plummets into the abyss, her cries of release filling the room as she rides out her solitary storm.

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