Solace in Solitude

The house is silent, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator. She sits on the edge of her bed, legs crossed, a book in her lap. But her mind is elsewhere, wandering to the touch of her own hands, the way they can bring her body to life. She sets the book aside, her fingers tentatively touching her inner thighs, feeling the heat building there. She's alone, free to indulge in her desires, her fingers finding their rhythm, her breath quickening as she chases her own release.

• masturbation

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