As you close your eyes, your mind begins to wander. You reminisce about that boy you found so attractive. With his thick black hair and his jet black eyes in a sense that he was mysterious and had many secrets to hide, the way he carried himself, filled the air around him with confidence unlike which you’ve never seen before. You remember what you did that night, everytime you thought of him electricity smoothly pulsed through your body, a warming, comforting tingle made you craving more. But of what? As you delve deeper within yourself, you find your fingers tiptoeing along the side of your thigh, and hovering near your collarbone, why does it feel so good? Strangely, you find yourself licking your fingers, moisturizing them for what’s about to happen next. As your fingers slowly travel from your mouth and over your chest, they gently rest upon your nipples, it feels cold. But adds a new flavour to the situation, it hurts, they are too sensitive, you don’t want more of it, but it’s currently at a nice pain. Your other hand comes up from your thigh and rest on your stomach, you start gently stroking the your naval, you enjoy this, you know how your body responds to certain stimuli, you only wish the boy was here to help discover more of yourself. As your first hand slowly moves down from your nipples, your legs begin to want to close, you want to hold your thighs tight with each other, or to entrap something between them; your hand. With that hand trapped between, you start squirming your fingers around, you discover that moving them upwards into the arch between your legs feels… uncomfortable. But it feels as if something deep inside you wants more. What started out with 1 finger became 2.. And then 3. You find a rhythmic motion like playing the piano, one finger goes in after the other, it still hurts. But there is a slight pleasure in the middle of each motion. You slow down and focus solely on that motion, it appears to be a stroke, a nice long stroke along the sides of your vagina, and at the very top, the diamond, when you reach this small treasure, you feel amazing. “What have I discovered?” you wonder to yourself. You incorporate touching the treasure into the motion, and you slowly increase the speed. You do it faster and faster until your hand begins to cramp, you ignore it, the pleasure is worth the pain. Suddenly, you feel as if you can’t stop, something is coming, you want to stop, but you can’t, you want to keep going, the pleasure, it’s there, like the light at the end of the tunnel, you want to stop, but you can’t, and just like that, your mind is blank… except for the boy, all you can see is the boy, less of him, but more of his aura, how he makes you feel just being next to him. His attitude towards friends; confident, subjugating, caring, a mixture of contrasting elements. You wonder how he acts when he is alone, “What does he do alone? At home? When he is swimming? Or about to fall asleep? Does he think about me? Me…” You. What are you doing right now? Your hands have slowed down, and it feels comforting… a slow caress, a slippery feeling between your fingers… Were your fingers always like that? You don’t know what is happening, so you just drift off… to sleep.