Midnight.
The moon gleams through the window into my pink-lit room. I lie there, thighs parted, lube and a long blue dildo resting beside me. My fingers tremble slightly as I hold my phone and text him, my boyfriend.

He’s working late again, but I can’t wait.

We start sexting. The messages come fast, hot, teasing.

“Oh, I bet you miss my long, hard cock pounding you, you naughty girl.”

God, I do. My whole body aches for him. I glance at the toy beside me, then back at my phone, still glowing with his words. I pick up the lube, twisting the cap with a shaky hand.

A pause.
Should I wait for him?

No. I’m already too far gone.

I peel off my black lace panties slowly, teasing myself with the cool air against my skin. Then I slick the thick dildo with lube, the silicone glistening in the soft light. My hips shift of their own accord.

“Oh yeah, I do. I’m so wet right now,” I text back, biting my lip.

I don’t mention the toy—not yet.

Another buzz.

“You’re such a slut for me.”
“I bet you’re touching yourself, thinking about me taking control of you.”

God, those words go straight to my core. I close my eyes and see flashes—his body over mine, skin against skin, his hips driving into me with greedy rhythm.

The dildo presses against my entrance, and I ease it in, inch by thick inch. A soft moan escapes me. I don’t reply anymore—I can’t. My focus narrows to sensation.

The toy glides in and out of my dripping pussy, my body aching for the real thing—him.

My walls tighten and pulse around the silicone. I grip it harder, moving faster. I’ve always been easily turned on, but this is something else.

Moans rise from deep in my throat, spilling out loud and unfiltered. My back arches, toes curling with each thrust.

Everything else fades.
Where I am. Who I am. It doesn’t matter.

Only this.

I slow, drawing the pleasure out, teasing the edge. Then I speed up again—faster, harder—as if he were really here, thrusting into me. Sweat rolls down my skin, my tank top clinging to every curve. I whimper, breathless.

A few more deep, desperate thrusts—and I cry out, slamming the toy into me as I squirt, clear liquid gushing out in a wave of release.

Still shaking, I keep moving it in and out, riding the aftershocks. My back arches again. One hand trails over my body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. My whole form is buzzing with heat and pleasure.

Finally, I exhale, long and slow. The toy slips from my soaked pussy, glistening with my release.

I lie there, panting, muscles twitching, my mind blank and hazy.

Well, trying to think.
But right now, all I can do is let go and drift.

My eyes close, and I sink into the warmth.