Feeling a sudden wave of boredom. Now I'm too lazy to do anything except wait for someone to come and pamper me. I'm lounging on my favorite sofa in the tiniest outfit I own—a small towel that barely covers anything. I feel like doing something fun, but right now, all I have are my own hands, stroking from my soft thighs up to my flat stomach. My thumb is slowly circling around my sensitive spot that's getting harder by the second. I'm biting my lips tight, suppressing the moans that are about to escape. I want to scream so someone can hear how I'm feeling right now. I want them to know how hot and wet it is here. I want someone to come and take care of my lust. Otherwise, tonight I'll probably have to use my favorite toy until I'm completely satisfied.