Spent hours composing official correspondence today, my hand moving with practiced precision. And all I could think about was how different these delicate motions are from when I'm alone, fingers working my soaked pussy until I'm drenching the silk sheets beneath me. There's something intensely erotic about maintaining this perfect, composed facade while my cunt aches to be filled. The contrast between my public dignity and private depravity is the most potent aphrodisiac I know. Tonight, I think I'll take my favorite toy to the gardens... see if I can make the koi ponds overflow.