My First Morning Touch: Awakening Alone in the Bedroom
It was my childhood bedroom. Shutters half-closed against the dawn. I woke tangled in sheets, damp like morning dew. Heart already racing. Something stirred between my thighs. A sneaky finger, my own, had slipped there in half-sleep. Pressing the smooth peak of my clit. Buzzing like a bee on a petal. Pulse quickened. Fear mixed…