The room was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. I stood there for a moment, heart racing, the heat of the moment tingling through me. Then, with a mischievous smile, I let go — the feeling overwhelming, raw, and oddly freeing. Afterward, I lowered myself slowly onto my favorite plushie, its softness a comfort, a secret indulgence I didn’t need to explain. The sensation, the warmth, the quiet intimacy of the moment — it was mine alone, and deliciously wicked.

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