Corinna, a woman in her prime, finds solace in her solitude. She sits in her favorite chair, a glass of wine in hand, the room filled with the soft melody of a jazz record. Her free hand wanders, lifting her skirt, slipping beneath her panties to stroke her wet, welcoming lips. She leans back, her body relaxing as her fingers dance over her clit, her mind filling with memories of past lovers, their touches, their tastes, their scents. She moans softly, her body tensing as she brings herself to climax, her fingers coated with her arousal.