My Rainy Sunday Alone with My Favorite Toy

Hi. Thank you, seriously, for the messages you leave me with every story. You always ask me the same thing: whether what I tell is real. And the answer is yes—everything I write happened to me exactly as I say, or almost. This time I want to tell you something more intimate, something I do when there’s no one around and the whole house is mine alone.

So you can get an idea of who’s speaking to you: I’m brunette, with warm skin, a narrow waist, and wide hips. My tits aren’t big, but they’re round and firm, and my nipples get hard at the slightest touch. My black hair falls in waves to my shoulders. And I confess, without shame, that I’m pretty naughty when I let myself go.

It was Sunday. One of those gray Sundays when it rains without stopping and the water beats against the windows with a sound that makes you sleepy. I had nothing to do, no one to see, no plans. The kind of day when all you want is to stay in bed and let the hours go by.

I put on some random show, one of those slow ones that are more useful for falling asleep than for entertaining you. Ten minutes later, my eyelids were already heavy. I switched apps without thinking too much and, almost on autopilot, ended up somewhere else. A video. A girl agreeing to sleep with a stranger in exchange for money, with the camera following her closely, without a trace of modesty.

I kept watching longer than I should have. What if I were the one there? I thought. The mere idea ran through my entire body. I felt warm moisture between my legs, a heat I hadn’t gone looking for but didn’t want to stop either.

I turned the volume up just a little. I could hear him fucking her, her broken moans, the wet sound of their bodies colliding. I began to notice a tingling rising up my legs, raising goosebumps on my thigh and concentrating right in the center, where everything was already throbbing.

I stayed that way for a while, motionless, letting the desire grow on its own. I like that part, the resisting. Knowing what I’m going to do and deliberately putting it off. But there comes a point when the body takes command and the mind simply obeys.

I got out of bed. I knew exactly where I was going. In the bottom drawer of the dresser, beneath the clothes I hardly ever wear, I keep my favorite toy: a red dildo made of soft silicone, bigger than anyone would imagine I need. I took it, went back to bed, and lay on my back with my legs spread.

At first I didn’t do anything with it. I left it resting on my thigh, cold against my hot skin, while I kept watching the screen. It was a way of promising myself what was coming.

I slipped my hand beneath my pajama top and touched my breasts slowly. My nipples were so hard they hurt a little when I brushed them with my fingertips. Every caress drew a short sigh from me. My skin prickled from top to bottom, as if a current were running through my whole body.

The moans in the video had me burning. I lowered my other hand to my underwear and touched myself through the fabric. I was already soaked. I pressed lightly, in slow circles, and my fingers grew wet through the cotton. I pushed the garment aside and stroked myself directly, feeling how slippery I was.

The dildo began to tempt me. I took it and placed the tip right at my entrance without putting it in, just brushing against me. I moved it up and down, sliding it over my pussy until, almost without meaning to, I was so wet that the tip gave way and sank a little inside me.

I let out a sharp breath. One hand was still on my nipple, squeezing and tugging gently; the other held the toy. I opened my legs wide, closed my eyes, and as I pushed it in little by little, I imagined that everything they were saying in the video was happening to me, that I was the one in that room with a stranger.

—Oh yes, like that, give me more—I whispered, and my own voice sounded strange to me, husky.—I never get tired, keep going.

I pushed it in as far as I could take. The sensation of being full drew a long moan from me. I stayed like that for a moment, feeling every inch, before beginning to move it inside me at a slow rhythm that made me arch my back against the mattress.

I pulled the toy out and, without thinking, brought it to my mouth. I licked it from base to tip, slowly, tasting my own wetness. I tried to take the whole thing in and couldn’t, of course, but I liked forcing it, feeling it fill my mouth while my free hand squeezed my tits and rubbed my clitoris.

The panting began to come on its own, more and more rapidly. The bed was already too small for what I wanted to do.

***

I got down onto the floor. There’s something about the cold floor against my knees that turns me on more; I can’t explain it. I fixed the base of the dildo firmly against the wood, holding it steady, and got on all fours over it.

I lowered my hips slowly. I felt every inch entering me, slowly, with just the right mixture of pain and pleasure that I love. I didn’t take it all at once; it was too big for that, but I was so wet that my body accepted it on its own, little by little.

I began to ride it. I went up and down, setting the rhythm with my hips, feeling how soft everything was inside me. I touched myself all over as I did it: I grabbed my ass, squeezed my breasts, put two fingers in my mouth, and sucked them again and again as if they belonged to someone else.

—Oh yes, that feels so good—I moaned, no longer holding back.—Right there, exactly there.

Pleasure rose through me in waves. Every drop was deeper, more determined. My back arched on its own, my legs trembled, and things began coming out of my mouth that I didn’t even know I was thinking. I’m so fucking hot I’d say anything, I managed to think before my mind shut down completely.

I stayed for a while with the toy inside me, motionless, letting my body get used to it while I rubbed my clitoris with two fingers. On my back again, legs spread, the dildo buried inside me and my hand drawing ever-faster circles. The first wave caught me like that, suddenly, without warning.

The orgasm folded me in half. I squeezed my thighs, a short cry escaped me, and I felt myself come, felt the wetness running down the insides of my thighs. I didn’t stop. I knew that if I kept going, another would come, and it did.

***

When I had caught my breath a little, I turned over and got back on all fours, this time holding the toy myself. I pushed it into me slowly, setting a gentle rhythm that made me arch my back like a cat, and then harder, deeper, until my moans escaped uncontrollably.

I like the feeling of having something inside me while I pleasure myself, without depending on anyone. Knowing that my body is mine and that I can take it exactly where I want, without asking permission, without waiting for anyone.

I changed positions again. I lay on my side with one leg raised and slid the toy into myself slowly while biting my lip. From that angle I felt it differently, brushing against a spot that made me hold my breath. With my free hand I caressed my belly, my hips, that path leading down from my navel that I rarely give myself time to explore calmly.

In the video, the girl had already finished and another scene was beginning, but I was barely watching the screen anymore. I kept it on in the background, like music, while my imagination built the rest by itself. I imagined big hands holding my hips, a deep voice telling me in my ear how well I was moving. This moment is mine alone, I thought, and I’m enjoying it exactly as I please.

I picked up the pace. My hips moved on their own, seeking more, and the toy slid in and out with a wet sound that turned me on even more. I felt that edge approaching again, that tension building just before it broke, and this time I didn’t want to hold it back for even a second.

—More, give it to me harder—I murmured into the pillow, imagining a voice that wasn’t there.—Don’t stop.

The orgasms began coming one after another, chained together, giving me no respite. During the last one, I felt everything release at once, with such force that I had to change my underwear afterward. They were so intense that I lay there for a long while, unable even to get up, just breathing, my heart pounding against my chest and my skin covered in sweat.

I stayed like that, hugging the pillow, listening to the rain that continued falling outside as if nothing had happened. And that was the best part of all: outside, the world remained just as gray and boring, while in here I had just spent one of the best afternoons I could remember, without needing anyone.

When my legs finally responded, I put the toy back in its drawer, beneath the everyday clothes. I got into the shower and let the warm water fall over me for a long while, dissolving what little tension remained in my body.

I came out wrapped in a towel, threw myself back onto the unmade bed, and closed my eyes. It was still raining outside. Inside, I was smiling to myself, satisfied, finally ready for the rest I’d been seeking all morning.

So now you know: the next time you have a Sunday like that, gray and empty, don’t waste it. Sometimes the best company is the company you choose for yourself. And believe me, I know how to take very good care of myself.