And that’s when I noticed the category “For Women”. You’re old enough to live on your own aren’t you?”
I sighed. The more excitement I felt the quicker my pace went and it got faster and faster until I could feel the orgasm shaking through me. There’s being “home alone” and there’s being “lonely at home”. I felt the tip of my finger gently push inside of me and felt another wave of pleasure and excitement rip through my body. I lay wondering to myself, “Who buys toilet paper for Christmas?”
At 22 years old I had recently moved out. I lay on my king size bed in my barely knee high silk purple nightie scrolling up on my iPhone. Brave. I pushed firmly and slowly and felt them enter me. It was long and purple, at least 8 inches long. I wanted the space and independence and splashed out as soon as I could to get on to the housing ladder.
