After a grueling day of writing my thesis, I found solace in my usual routine of unwinding. As I sat at my desk, the silence was interrupted by the sound of my phone buzzing with notifications. I quickly silenced it, but the distraction lingered, my mind struggling to focus on my work. In a moment of frustration, I reached for my laptop and started typing out my thoughts in a different document. I didn't know what I was writing, just that it felt good to finally let go of my pent-up energy.As I typed, I couldn't help but notice the way my fingers moved over the keyboard, the rhythm of my words creating a hypnotic pattern. The room filled with the sound of my typing, my body swaying with the rhythm of my writing. The words flowed from my fingertips, painting a vivid picture of my desires. My mind wandered to the image of a voluptuous woman, her ample bosom heaving with each breath. I couldn't help but imagine myself tracing every inch of her with my hands, my fingers exploring the soft curves of her body.My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden realization that I had been caressing myself without even realizing it. The sensation was intense, and I found myself on the brink of orgasm. I quickly stopped myself, my breaths coming in short gasps as I struggled to regain control.
