A few years ago I was in the process of moving apartments. I’d packed most of my belongings into a U-Haul, including my gigantic bed frame, but because my move in date wasn’t until tomorrow, I slept on the couch in my living room. This is relevant because in direct view of my couch was the balcony which, when the curtains were open, revealed the interior of my living room. And more importantly in this case, it revealed me, laying in my couch, scrolling through my phone, deciding I should masturbate one last time to say goodbye to my apartment.
I scrolled through pornhub for a minute before deciding this momentous occasion deserved the attention of both hands, so discarding my phone I reached both hands under the blanket to slip beneath the waistband of my sweat pants. I spread my knees apart and leaned my head back, letting my mind wander from fantasy to fantasy. Thinking about being eaten out and then fucked gently, about pushing him over and riding him, using his dick to make myself feel good… as I was thinking, I was slipping my pants around my ankles, leaving nothing but the blanket between my nearly naked body and the empty living room. I traced small circles around the opening of my pussy, stopping every few seconds to give a little attention to my clit, getting wetter and wetter as my breathing rapidly increased. I distracted myself briefly from my lurid sexual fantasies to yearn for my vibrator packed away snugly in a box somewhere, before doubling down on my efforts, concentrating on making myself feel good.