Stevie took a quick shower, barely getting through the menial but refreshing task without pleasuring herself. So many options, so many possibilities – nothing but sex filled her thoughts, eyes open or closed.

She read a new story on her Kindle after dinner, settled into the sofa in her usual feline way, and she could purr for how the simple things pleased her so.

It must have been the constant stimulation and the increased blood-flow as of late, but she swore that her clit was buzzing of its own accord and without a battery-operated friend. Pinching her thighs together she discovered this to be true.

It was like a low...