In the confines of their home, a horny soul finds solace in self-pleasure. They strip naked, the cool air against their skin heightening their senses. They lie back, legs spread, fingers tracing the lines of their body until they reach their wet, aching center. They dip in, feeling the heat and slickness, their hips rising to meet their hand. They imagine a lover, their touch rough and demanding, their voice whispering dirty words in their ear. They finger themselves harder, faster, their body writhing as they chase their release.