I lie in bed, slowly waking up. Neighbourhood sounds filter through the walls and windows. The sky is grey and rain falls. I hear the watery growl of a car going by. Further away, I hear tug boats tootling at each other as they work in the port.
I am wrapped in softness and warmth.
I am very lucky.
I feel a familiar tingling/warmth/tickle; something has set off my arousal. I do not know if it was a dream. I decide to nurture it until the afternoon.
Purposefully avoiding touching myself–as much as possible–I get dressed. But the warm/sexy feeling does not go away.
The mundane tasks and the Acts of Service eat up the day.
Finally, it is time to get off–twice, because it is Tuesday.
I am so wet. The first touch of my hand against my clit sends a charge through me. It feels too good to turn on the vibrator. By hand it is! I squirm against my own hands, and finally breakthrough.
Heart racing, I pause for a minute.
Then turn on the vibrator.