Alone and Quick

He said to me, while he had his fingers running between my thighs, that I was a slave to getting off. He was probably right.

Today, I was on the bed, and my knees were bent and my thighs were splayed open. My fingers were pushed inside myself as deep as I could get them. I was rubbing, moaning, squirming, taking my body over the edge so that I could get off. I fucked myself with my hands, bitten down nails on little fingers. When I came I seized up, took all the feeling in and groaned into the quiet house. A quick, hard hit, that has me satisfied for now.