As a fairly horny girl, I have found myself engaging in ~me time~ in all sorts of places around my apartment. On the particular day of this particular story, my roommate had left for the day to hit up a coffee shop and study. I had zero plans that day other than taking advantage of having the apartment to myself. That’s how I ended up on the couch with my favorite vibrator.
Sometimes I’ll read a few stories from this sub or watch a little pornhub, but my thoughts found their way to my roommate whose absence had given me the ability to play out in the open that day. I was thinking about how good he’d looked that morning when he was making himself breakfast and getting everything he needed into his backpack. I’d been sitting at the island in the kitchen, drinking coffee and silently watching his long fingers while he made his breakfast and waiting for a glimpse of the sliver of skin that would show under his shirt any time he reached for something up in a cabinet.