Self suck Stories

The late afternoon sun filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting golden streaks across the rumpled sheets of the king-sized bed. A slow, satisfied sigh escaped my lips as I stretched, my naked body arching like a cat basking in warmth. The air still carried the faint musk of sex—my sex—and the scent clung to the sheets, thick and intoxicating. My fingers twitched against the mattress before I finally turned my hea...