Sophie lay on her bed, her mind consumed by a feeling she couldn’t fully understand. It was as though every inch of her body ached with a longing she couldn’t name, leaving her restless and uncomfortable. Her body wriggled under the weight of the sensation, yearning for release but unable to find a way to satisfy her desires.
In her desperation, she thought back to the whispered conversations she’d had with her friends. They spoke of things too embarrassing to mention openly, and she couldn’t help but wonder if it was possible that they held the secrets to ending her discomfort. She had to know; had to understand what was happening to her.
With her trembling hand, she hesitantly lowered it to the warm, soft flesh between her legs. It was slick and smooth to the touch, and the sensation of her fingers exploring her most intimate places sent a jolt of pleasure up her spine.
Her fingertips traced the curves and folds of her entrance before reaching her clitoris, the small, delicate nub that held the potential of immense pleasure. She tentatively began to rub her fingers against it, and the wave of pleasure that coursed through her was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Sophie gasped as she played with herself, her fingers moving back and forth, building a rhythm that drew her deeper and deeper into a world of sensation.