There were days that dragged on when I felt that craving, desperate feeling that raged throughout my body. That feeling that there was no person who could meet my undeniable need for pleasure.
Then it dawned on me. There was one person that could give me what I needed. This person knew how to give me exactly what I wanted. Exactly what I craved. This person could give me the orgasm I was dying for.
Me.
Sure I liked to play like the rest of us, but simple masturbation was no longer able to sate my desperate desire in the way I needed it to.
I had to dominate myself.
It started with a stirring between my legs. I had just woken up. Bam there it was. A throbbing that spread rapidly causing my mind to burst in response. Thoughts entered my head. Wicked. Naughty. Delicious. Carnal.
Who better to tell me what to do than myself?
I knew exactly how I wanted it. Hard. Deep. Fast, slow, teasing, mocking, taunting. I could decide. I was the one in control.
It looked and sounded something like this.