A Little Quality Time with Me.

Last night my husband was out of the house and my son fell asleep at the dinner table. I had the house to myself, finally, after a weekend full of family and houseguests.

I decided to take that long-delayed shower. I stood naked in front of the tub for a moment. Then I thought "If I'm going to masturbate, and I am, shouldn't I do that first?" I walked into the bedroom and turned on the bedside light. I got my box of toys from the closet and lay down on the bed. The curtains were open. I got up to shut them. I lay down again and thought for a moment.

I have time. I have privacy. Let's make this one last. Let's really enjoy it.

I pulled out the purple vibe, slowly unscrewed the cap and dropped the batteries in one by one. They clunked inside. I screwed the top back on. I turned it on low and pressed it to my clit. I could see myself down in the full-length mirror on the wall opposite the bed, but not well.

I got up.

I picked up the hand mirror from my dresser and got back on the bed. I held it between my legs and pulled myself apart with my other hand. How, I wondered, had I gotten to be 34 without ever having done this?

But I still couldn't see enough.

I put the mirror down and went to the dresser. I got the standing mirror and walked back around to the bedside. I propped the mirror against the headboard so the legs were anchored but the mirror could swivel down. Now I lay down with my legs at the head of the bed. The light was better too.

I spread my legs and pulled myself apart again. Studying myself with my fingers and my eyes, I was riveted. It was stranger, more foreign than I thought it would be, this part of my body that I knew intimately but had never seen.

But I still couldn't see easily enough.

I got up and went to the medicine cabinet and got out the fine scissors. When I lay back in bed, I carefully began to trim the hair.

Now I saw. Now, with my legs parted I could see my face, my cunt, and my own face as I looked at myself.

I got the vibes.

I watched myself as I slid each one, in its turn, over the bare pinkness, the ruffles of flesh, and into the dark recesses. Fascinated by the mere sight, I played the pink vibe so that I could watch the head tip slide with amazing ease into me, my lips almost swallowing it like my mouth on his cock, and the almost succulent pop as I pulled it out. I teased myself and watched my face as I did it.

Finally I let myself have it. I gave in to my lust for my own body. And when I came, hard, I wondered I couldn't see my own head blow open, or the starry flashbulb burst, or the purple-red-yellow pussyquake. It was just me.

But I am one hot lay.