It starts low and is barely noticeable.

Warmth builds

Thighs move back and forth.

Unintentional building arousal

Feeling dewy

Uncomfortable with the clothes I have on

The seam rubs across the key

That opens the door to allowing access

Someone’s here, in the other room

I have to be as quiet as I can.

Slowly I move my hand.

I lightly touch it on the outside.

Torturing myself before I glide in.

Should I circle it or tap it to begin?

Circle with pressure.

I want in.

I squeeze my lips.

Not to let out a moan

Pushing two fingers into its home

So drenched but still, I ache

Wanting more. I know I could take.

I pulled it out.

My trusted friend

To help me bring

This to an end

I press the button.

On the top

Not playing a game

About to pop

Bursting at the seam

Coating it with cream

Higher I went.

Until I was spent.

I came down slowly.

With controlled breaths

leaving the evidence

I’m so wet.