Half awake
Lying in bed
Thinking what to write
Nothing in my head.

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I hear dogs bark
Vehicles horn
I'm also peckish
Craving caramel popcorn.

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Reaching for the switch
A light in the dark
I see myself lay
Like a tree with no bark.

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I look at my feet
See pinkish soles
No socks worn
Unpainted toes.

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Looking higher
My hairless legs
In between them
Attention it begs.

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Around my hips
Gone are tan lines
Nude sunbathing
'Tis one of the signs.

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Gazing at my tummy
A navel that's deep
There's a secret in it
My lover and I keep.

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My rectus abdominis
With visible contours
A goal that's met
In flying colours.

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I'm liking my curves
Right on every part
Current favorite
A masterpiece of art.

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My hands wander
One squeezes a breast
The other prefers
Waking a nipple from rest.

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Enjoying myself
Nipples erect
Pleasure down below
I'm surely correct.

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One hand caresses
Slowly further below
My fingers reach
A pleasurable hello.

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Wider apart
My legs spread
Opposite bows
Flat on my bed.

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That hand makes contact
Finds the hidden bean
Do not ask what it is
You know what I mean.

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They call it dirty
The middle finger
Cha-cha-cha on my slit
I let it linger.

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Back on the tender bean
Solo Salsa dance
Every move is so sure
Not missing a chance.

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This self frolic
Makes me feel hot
Between my legs
To deny, I cannot.

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Moist builds up
Body worship
Another hand joins
Upon my censorship.

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Eyes closed
Hands explore
Breathing deepens
Thoughts implore.

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Not a surprise
Tapping the nether
A pleasured sigh
No matter the weather.

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After the first
Followed by another
This time I use
Some fancy flogger.

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The mild pain
Eyes still closed
Turn into a sting
Feeling exposed.

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Pain-pleasure builds
My heart beats faster
A moan escapes
I couldn't muster.

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About to cum
Not this time yet
Edging myself more
We can make a bet.

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One more tap
This time, stronger
I am my own
Self-whoremonger.

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Resting a bit
Hands on the side
More things in mind
I will have to decide.

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Fifteen seconds
It seemed forever
Then a new set of taps
Brought by my flogger.

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A tad bit more
Taps that sting
Doused from my own
A fleeting feeling.

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I rest some more
Repeat the sequence
I know it's long gone
Signs of innocence.

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This time the flogger
Rests for a while
My hands are back
Traditional style.

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Fingers caress
Each velvety fold
Most people know how
Especially the old.

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From the mirror
I see reflecting
Glistening glory
With teats erecting.

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I watch a finger
Sink in between
Damp folds of pink
Inches near the bean.

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Penetrating
Deep within
Eliciting moans
I have to give in.

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Pushing further
One more knuckle
If I was standing
My knees would buckle.

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Feeling the warmth
And wetness within
Couldn't help
Add another finger in.

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Wet and warm
Vaginal walls clench
Fingers do come hither
I'm cursing in French.

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Another hand joins
Digits rubbing clit
Fingers in sync
This is how to do it.

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Watching my reflection
A crimson blush
A thin sheen on my skin
I'm about to gush.

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Increasing the pressure
Adjusting the paceSelf-love achieved
Written on my face.

~•M•~