Wet dreams

from Linda Asphalt Girl

The evening is quiet. Only the soft hum of the refrigerator and the warm glow of a lamp fill the room. I'm lying on the couch, wrapped in soft fabrics, in that cozy, relaxed outfit that usually soothes me. But tonight I feel something different. A restlessness, a crackling in the air—as if my body is remembering what it feels like to be the center of attention. I get up, slowly, almost hesitantly, and go to the mirror. My gaze catches me—unmade-up, relaxed, real. And yet, I see something new flicker in my eyes: a desire for change, for beauty, for myself. I open the closet, stroke the fine fabrics—silk, lace, cool satin. The air smells of perfume, slightly sweet and warm. I choose one sexy lingerie piece after another, try them on, watch how light dances on my skin, how each fabric brings out a different side of me. The room becomes a stage. I move, playing with the moment, with my reflection, with my own gaze, with my charms… It's not a performance for someone else – it's mine. A silent dance between confidence and seduction, between comfort and fire. Desire overwhelms me… I reach for my favorite plump toy, suck it slowly and deeply… I open the bodysuit at the bottom and begin riding its cock until it explodes…