The hotel room
 

Thank goodness!
Contract won, for a considerable sum, for my business.
Return home tomorrow, but meanwhile, another night in this fancy hotel.
Celebrations tomorrow.
I'm in my room.
Thoughts for the rest of the evening: change, dinner, some personal loosening of tensions.
A shower: musings-what could stimulate my evening? A man? Self-massage? An internet connection? An escort agency?
Decision later.
I stoop to pick up a fallen bracelet and see myself in the mirror in my dress. Attractive looking, am I? I hope so!
Dinner, alone, but not uncomfortable. I'm basking in self-adulation!
Two tables away a single man, dining, facing me.
He looks; I allow a momentary widening of my legs as I recross them.
He swallows, then smiles.
As he passes my table later: “Could I invite you for a drink?”
My musings had already allowed me to make a decision: self entertainment.

My room: set up an internet connection.
My thoughts: some visual stimulus followed by, we'll see!
My experience: have seen and been with men but never really watched what they do. I've always been too tangled up in the activity! Ergo: I want to watch one now.
Try a couple of searches. Find what I want to see, and watch.

Strip off.
I'm hot.
More watching.
I'm wet.
Legs slip apart.
I touch.
More watching: man performing on his own.
I caress.
I watch another man: his performance impresses me.
I leave the sequence on, then watch others.
More caressing.
I lie on my bed, feeling myself, and watching.
My caressing becomes more urgent.
I need something else, something to put inside me, something of a certain size.
What?
Lipstick holder? No, too small.
A candle I have seen? No, not the right material.
A hairbrush, the handle?
Yes!

More stroking.
I'm on my back, my fingers working. My excitement grows.
The hairbrush is pushed in – oh so good!
The tension rises, the desire increases.
The stroking becomes manic.
The heat is overwhelming me.
A glance at the screen.....
…...and I'm in ecstasy, my body uplifted to another plane as I shudder and shake.

My rubbing eases, I slow.
I drift back down.
My own little celebration has climaxed.
I feel satiated.
But on-screen they are still there.
A new glow begins....