My dark world

The coarse carpet fibers beneath my naked body are forgotten as I retreat into myself. I’m alone in the dark world of my closed eyes.

My hands roam my soft flesh, my hard nipples, my wet cunt. Each touch reminds me of my want, my need, my lust. One hand on a breast, the other reaches for the glass dildo. My wetness lubricates the smooth head, my tender walls welcoming the intrusion.

“Fuck yourself,” he says, briefly reminding me they are watching from the light.

The bulbous head hits that special spot again, and slowly tips me over the edge.

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12 thoughts on “My dark world

  1. “Dark world” as a closed-eye description I is spot on!

    And such a delightful thing that dark world can be…

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