Friday Afternoon

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Friday Afternoon The light through the blinds was soft — that golden hour kind of glow that makes everything look a little warmer, a little more tempting.I’d meant to just relax. Really. Then I felt like watching my favourite off. Then pants. My hand found its way down before I even realized I was touching myself. It wasn’t planned, but it felt too good to stop. The rhythm on screen matched my own — slow at first, teasing. I watched as if I were part of it. I moaned without meaning ’s something about the quiet of being alone, the freedom to take your time, to edge a little, breathe heavy, and not have to explain a damn thing to 's do it together now.