The craving I can’t resist begins in my thoughts. It urges me naked into bed in the fading light of this rain-soaked summer afternoon. Fingers find their way to the center of my need, where I feel the cool gel touch. Like a worn spring Büyükesat Escort the small resistance yields and accepts the first finger’s slick entrance. My heart Beşevler Escort pounds against my ribs. I struggle to control my breath as the second enters, enters me, Cebeci Escort probes the hot center of me and I close my eyes and open my thighs to surrender to deep self-absorption, the unique pleasure of self-penetration, conflated to penetrator and penetrated, indifferent to my surroundings. Two fingers move in and out of me, slowly, insistently, until all resistance fades and the third finds me supple as fresh dough. Thrusting fingers tease me and I ache for more. I yearn to sink deeper into the ecstasy, to stretch myself to the point of pain to feel the satisfaction of fullness.