I’ve developed a new addiction; touching myself. Truly feeling everything my own hands can give. My pillowy breasts, the softest of skin kissing against the bumps and ridges of hard nipples as they welcome the waves of sensation.
Parting my pussy lips with nimble finger tips. Discovering a swollen and yearning clit, only to creep too close to the edge, teasing myself to prolong the most delectable kind of pain. Sweet nectar forming, leaving its condemning stain. I draw it out of myself over and over again, never wanting to lose this high. Searching for it until I’m lost in the brightest darkness.
If this is intoxication, if this is addiction, I don’t want sobriety.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/btfhx2/i_dont_want_sobriety
He’ll yeah