I should have left for the club an hour ago. But before I walked out that door? I had to prepare myself. ππ₯
Latex tight around my body. Legs spread on the bed. A plug stretching me open, teasing, testing how much I could handle before the night even started.
I wanted to feel every step, every bounce of my hips, every grind against the bass-heavy music. I wanted to walk into the club already aching, already desperate for something bigger, deeper, harder.
And when I finally left? I was soaked. Slick thighs, shaky legs, and a secret buried deep inside me that no one else knew.