The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over the disheveled sheets. You, Jacinta, stretched languidly, your body humming with an unfamiliar heat. The rain tapped gently against the window, a soothing rhythm that only served to heighten your arousal. Julian had already left for work, leaving you alone in the quiet apartment, the air thick with anticipation.
Your nipples pressed against the thin fabric of your nightshirt, hard and begging for attention. You could feel the dampness between your legs, your black silky panties already soaked with your excitement. "Fuck, Julian," you muttered, your voice husky with desire, "I wish you were here to see me like this."
You slid your panties down your legs, the cool air of the room making you shiver. Spreading your legs wide, you let your hands explore your body, tracing the curves and dips that Julian loved so much. Your fingers found your pussy, already swollen and wet, and you couldn't help but moan at the sensation.
"You're so fucking wet," you whispered to yourself, your fingers teasing your clit in slow circles. The pleasure built steadily, a delicious tension coiling in your belly. You reached for your favorite toy, the vibrator that always hit the spot, and switched it on. The buzzing sound filled the room, a symphony of pleasure.
You slid the vibrator inside you, the sensation making your back arch off the bed. "Oh, fuck, yes," you gasped, your free hand gripping the sheets. You moved the toy in and out, the rhythm matching the pounding of your heart. The pleasure was intense, a wave that threatened to crash over you at any moment.
But you wanted more. You wanted to feel every inch of your body come alive. You pulled the vibrator out and switched it off, your breath coming in ragged gasps. You slid your nightshirt off, letting it pool on the floor. Naked and exposed, you felt a thrill of excitement. You were in control, and you were going to make the most of it.
You spread your legs wider, your fingers finding your pussy again. You teased your clit, your fingers moving faster and faster. The pleasure built, a crescendo that you couldn't hold back any longer. You screamed, your body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through you. "Fuck, yes!" you cried out, your voice echoing through the empty apartment.
You lay there for a moment, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm. You felt a sense of satisfaction, a sense of power. You had taken control of your pleasure, and it felt fucking amazing.
But you weren't done yet. You reached for the vibrator again, this time sliding it inside you while your fingers continued to tease your clit. The double sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure so intense that you could barely breathe. You moved the toy faster, your hips bucking against your hand.
"Oh, fuck," you moaned, your voice breathless. "You're such a fucking slut for this." The words only turned you on more, the pleasure spiraling out of control. You came again, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm. The vibrator slipped out of you, but you didn't care. You were lost in the pleasure, lost in the moment.
As you lay there, your body still trembling, you couldn't help but smile. What a fucking way to start the day. You felt alive, felt empowered. You felt like you could take on the world.
You reached for your phone, your fingers flying over the screen. "Morning, Julian," you typed, a wicked grin on your face. "I had the most amazing dream about you. Can't wait to tell you all about it tonight." You hit send, your heart racing with excitement. You couldn't wait to see the look on his face when you told him what you'd done. What a fucking way to start the day.