Embracing Sensuality: sex with myself

The elevator climbs fifty floors in sex with myself, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “sex with myself” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch sex with myself,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “sex with myself… sex with myself… higher sex with myself.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “sex with myself” all the way down.