She had developed a new addiction to touching herself. Truly feeling everything her own hands could give. Her pillowy breasts met with the softest skin kissing against the bumps and ridges of hard nipples as they welcome the waves of sensation.
Parting her labia with nimble finger tips. Discovering a swollen and yearning clit, only to creep too close to the edge, teasing herself to prolong the most delectable kind of pain. Sweet nectar forming, leaving its condemning stain. She draws it out of herself over and over again, never wanting to lose this high. Searching for it until she is lost in the brightest darkness.
In this moment of clarity she knows. “If this is intoxication, if this is addiction, I don’t want sobriety.”
C. Stephens
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/um2emg/i_dont_want_sobriety_fsolo