I wash my sins away in the shower. Mind racing through my to do list for the day… trying not to think about what I know comes at the end.

I clean my toys from the night before remembering how I thought about the times with you and the sensations I created while alone in my bed in remembering. One scene on repeat over and over. It’s one of my favourite memories. I’ve watched you do the same to others as you did with me. I whisper in your ear as you work. It makes me ache knowing they felt what I did. I want it so badly, I need it. The grind. The angles. I hear the wetness, the gasps, the moans. Knowing that’s what I sounded like on the night in my memory. I remember the play from weeks ago, the look of absolute ecstasy on her face still gives me tingles. I still laugh at the carnage we created. I long for it to happen again. It seems so long ago, and it is. Months have passed since I felt what you did to me that night. A distant memory that guides my hands and also haunts me with longing. I want it so badly. I need it. I crave it. Do you? I wonder if you think about it.

Keeping quiet as the glass from my favourite toy combo is placed gently on the shelf so they don't make a noise. Drops of water glisten on the clear glass and stick to the silicone of my vibe.

Rinsed and ready to step out I pause. Do I have time? Can I be quiet? Am I horny enough? I know the answer to all the questions before I ask.

I lower myself down and spread my legs. The water running over my shoulder and feel the drops on my back and chest gently hitting my skin. The side spray of the shower gently caresses my face.

The starting sensation of my vibe is always a shock and I stop myself from shuddering. Running the glass slowly up and down the slickness that is instantly created, I feel the vibration coming through the hardness of the glass and press it a little harder to my soft folds. This is my favourite part.

Raising my face up to the water, feeling the gentle spray, I think about that night, remembering how you felt inside me, hitting spots it seems no one else could reach. My mouth opens slightly and water slowly seeps in between my lips. I shift my thoughts to the other night a few weeks before and imagine what it would be like to have her standing over my face, licking her folds, tasting her wetness, breathing in her scent. I imagine you're the one making the sensations I'm feeling between my legs, relishing in the fact that all 3 of us are sharing in the pleasure, building the tension greater and greater, making me open my mouth a little wider.

More droplets enter my mouth, I imagine they're her wetness filling me up and my tongue moves with the scene I'm imagining. I spit the water out to run down my chin and neck to my chest and imagine it's her, covering me in her sweet essence. The mental image paired with the sensations is almost more than I can bear. The tingling between my legs is pulsing through my abdomen, all the way up to my chest, getting deeper and more intense. Before I know it, I'm convulsing with the intensity of my climax harder than I have before. I open my mouth wide, panting, stifling my moans so others don't know what is happening behind the closed door. I imagine she's filling my mouth with her sweetness as I spit it out all over myself. My mouth opens and closes and I lick my lips, lost in the fantasy.

It takes me a few minutes to regain my composure and when I manage to stand, it's on shaky legs that feel like they're going to collapse at any moment. I calm my breathing and feel the aftershocks which are pulsing through my body as a small smile spreads across my lips. Now I'm ready to face the day...