It’s a rainy Thursday, the campus is quiet, and I have the entire afternoon to myself — no classes, no roommates, no rules. Just me, a pile of psych notes, and my Stash of Sex Toys under my bed.
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I’d actually planned to study. Seriously. I had my oversized hoodie on (no bra underneath — obviously), my notebook open, and I even brewed that stupid herbal tea that’s supposed to “improve focus.”
Spoiler: nothing about today was focused.
Because while I was highlighting “Maslow’s hierarchy of needs,” I realized I was sitting on my own personal hierarchy — one that started with “mildly distracted” and escalated quickly to “needs intense release.”
So naturally, I reached under my bed for my favorite toy: The Pink One.
Yes, it has a name. No, I won’t tell you what it is.
(Okay fine, it’s Buzz Light steer — don’t judge me.)
I slipped off my panties right there at my desk and just let them fall to the floor, warm and wet from how turned on I already was. Something about the quiet, the rain tapping at the windows, the idea of someone walking in on me — it was too much.
I hit the button. That first hum? Immediate goosebumps.
I leaned back in my chair, legs spread wide, my skirt barely hanging on, letting the vibrator tease along my inner thighs. I imagined one of my professors walking in and seeing me like that.
Would he scold me?
Or would he just… watch?
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The second setting hit just right. I could feel my toes curling and my mind going blank. No more studying. Just panting and pulsing and rocking my hips in rhythm with every buzz.
I barely made it to the third setting before I came — hard. Like, “head thrown back, one hand over my mouth to stay quiet” kind of hard.
When it was over, I sat there in silence, toy still humming in my hand, my tea long gone cold, and realized:
I’d written zero notes.
But I had one hell of a memory now.
Guess I’ll have to schedule another solo session tomorrow. You know… for educational purposes.
Until then, stay curious 🧸ྀི
Love, Kira
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