I woke up lonely in my big, soft, empty bed. I hate rolling over in the morning, realizing he’s already gone. Its easy to know when I’m ovulating, and this time I woke so wet I couldn’t resist the urge to investigate.
I start playfully touching myself before I’m even fully awakened; a little scratching over my clit through my panties, a pinch of my nails on the tip of my nipple. I felt the tension building on what I thought was just a little “morning motivation” to get out of bed, which had now turned into a full-blown session of self-gratification in heavy pursuit.
With nowhere to be, I give in and decide I need to take really good care of myself. I start desperately fumbling around the goodie drawer, but it looks like I will have to improvise. I have to be mindful with my long nails, and my second favorite toy was waiting to be washed. Things are getting desperate. I need to get creative. More scratching and pinching. I can feel myself swelling; the pressure is just squeezing the juices out of me and my panties are drenched.