First Day of School Is Over, Now It’s My Turn
September 1st is finally over. The noise, the crowd, the endless smiles — all gone. Now I’m home, alone, and all I can think about is my own touch. This short shirt, these glasses, this office chair… they’ve been teasing me all day. My fingers have been aching for this moment. Slowly. Gently. Just the way I like it. Running my hand over my smooth, bare skin, feeling every inch of myself. No rules. No audience. Just me, my breath, and the growing heat between my thighs. I’ve been waiting for this release since morning. And now — I’m not going to rush.