Playing alone

She lay alone in her bed, the cool sheets against her skin. Her heart raced as she reached beneath the covers, her fingers finding the source of her desire. She held the object carefully, savoring the anticipation of what was to come. Her breath quickened as she prepared to indulge in her most intimate fantasies. The slow tease of her fingers caressing the smooth contours ignited a fire within her soul. Her body trembled with the need to feel desired, the need to be wanted. With a sudden surge of courage, she took hold of it and guided it towards her aching core. The heat of her body welcomed its entrance as she began to move in sync with her own rhythmic moans. The pleasure was exquisite, overwhelming. She closed her eyes and let herself go, lost in the ecstasy of playing alone.