I was horny. Of that level of horny that a woman only reaches twice a month: when her period starts, and when she is ovulating. Tonight, for me, it was ovulation. I was at my most fertile, and at my most horny.
I had spent all day at work trying to scratch that itch, by reading erotica on my phone, by letting my thighs gently squeeze and rub, but all to no avail. The more I sent shivers of pleasure down my spine, the more I craved. I was a bottomless pit of sexual desire that day.
When I finally made it home at the end of the day, it’s as if I was on autopilot, as if my vagina had a mind of its own, and it had taken control of the rest of my body.
I went upstairs to the bedroom, shut the door behind me, and… opened the window to my bedroom. I pulled back the blinds, and opened the window as wide as I could. I laid down on the bed, and took all my clothes off. I let my hands wander all over my naked body. I felt smooth as silk, my hands perfectly cupping my petite breasts, my fingers tickling my hips, and finally reaching the little patch of hair on my pubes. I didn’t like the nude look, but I was a well kempt lady and for heaven’s sake, my vagina was too!