Masturbation confession. That’s what Margot had to make, to the air around her, as she lay in her big 4-poster bed. She had been feeling the need for some time now, to explore her body and pleasure, to understand her desires and needs without the influence of a man.
She began by tracing her fingers over the contours of her body, feeling the warmth of her skin, the softness of her curves. Her fingers danced across her breasts, her nipples hardening under her touch. Margot moaned softly, the sound filling the room as she pinched her nipples, sending shivers of pleasure through her body.
She continued her journey, her hand sliding down her stomach, her fingers brushing against her mound, feeling the dampness of her arousal. Margot parted her thighs, giving herself room to explore, her fingers dipping lower, finding her clit, already swollen and sensitive. She began to rub, her hips lifting off the bed, her breath coming in short gasps.
As her pleasure built, Margot felt the need to delve deeper, to truly understand her desires. She slipped a finger inside herself, feeling the tightness, the heat. She added another finger, her body accepting the intrusion, her hips moving in rhythm with her strokes.
Margot’s masturbation confession continued, her fingers moving faster, her moans growing louder, her body trembling with the need for release. She felt the familiar sensation building, her muscles tensing, her breath catching in her throat. With a final thrust, she came, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm.
Margot lay back, spent and satisfied, her fingers still wet with her arousal. She had made her masturbation confession, and in doing so, had discovered a newfound understanding of her own desires and needs. And as she drifted off to sleep, she knew that this was just the beginning of her journey of exploration and pleasure.
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