The Writer Likes to Be Watched
Her computer open before her, she slipped one finger down the centerline of her chest, taking her time along the slant of her ribcage and past the soft curves of her stomach to the hallowed place between her legs. Ever so lightly, she dragged her finger along her clitoris, spread bare by her wide open legs. She relaxed into her breathing, easing into the sensation coaxing her along. Back and forth. Just one finger. Back and forth. Eyes closed, she eased into the sensation, letting it move her....