Dizzy from my own touch

I pull the blinds down, the moonlight peeking through to get a glimpse of me. I’m in a bra and panties, not my usual underwire and high-waisted underwear. A buttery soft bra cupping my breasts with hungry, eager hands, melting into me as if it were meant for my skin, but strong enough to carry my large breasts.

Running my fingers gently down my arms, I have a fleeting thought - would my touch feel this electrifying to someone else?

With the slightest touch, I seduce myself, teasing my breasts spilling out of my bra. Closing my eyes, I let out a whimpered sigh, and I wonder how the weight of another body would feel on top of me. Would anyone want me? Right now, I want me.

My pudgy belly is aching to be caressed, and tonight, my body weight doesn’t matter. Caressing my soft skin, I’m weightless, giving myself to the darkness under my cool sheets that wrap themselves around me like a lover.

Up, down, around, and behind, teasing my freshly shaved legs. The breeze from my open window breathing on me, goosebumps along every inch of my skin, an intoxicating combination.

I’m dizzy from my own touch.