Vibratorss with dead batteries, slowly warping toys, and pruney fingers. That’s what I’ve got in the week or so since Ashley felt me up in the gym. Well, that and the most vivid wet dreams (and sheets). I have woken up breathless and heated several times every night since then, each time with the need to get off. Sometimes while actually in the _process_ of getting off. You’d think my aching pussy would be sore from all the attention, but it only ever wants more. No orgasm is ever enough, I’m always left feeling… unfulfilled.
_She_ did this, so she must know how to help. If only I could get a message to her, spend some time with her? Whatever I’m going through, this sudden spike in sexual _need_, started when she felt me up. Maybe she can undo it. Because this week has been utterly exhausting. I bite my lip to stifle a moan, one of pleasure and frustration as my fingers slide up my slick labia. The wet folds part as my fingers spread, exposing my throbbing clit to the waiting fingers of my other hand, which lightly pinch and rub my sensitive bean. The fingers at my labia slip inward then curve, penetrating my narrow opening as an orgasm approaches. My toes curl in anticipation as my hands work tirelessly, the wet sloshing from between my legs increasing as climax approaches.