Self indulgence
After a long, busy day, I finally undressed, sank into the comfort of my mattress and settled down under the duvet. Alone at last. I could hear the low hum of the TV downstairs and felt safe in the knowledge that my boyfriend had never come up to bed before the end of Match of the Day in the three years that we’d lived together. Which left me plenty of time for some self indulgence. I let my hands wander, stroking down my body, pulling up my sheer top. Feeling the curves of my full breasts and...