She'd allowed herself to be drawn into one relationship that had gotten heavily into bondage and masochism, not really enjoying much of that, but unwilling to fight against it.

You're just weak willed, she sighed. She went over to the bed and sat on the edge, then lay back, her legs apart.

Her hand slid down between her legs again, her fingers sliding up and down her slit, feeling the warmth there. She could sense her body responding, feel the fluttering in her belly as her passions ignited.

She found her clit, and began rubbing it with her finger. She pulled her hand upward, slid the digit into her mouth, wetting it with her saliva. She eased it back against her clit, sliding it back and forth across the little hard bud.

She groaned audibly as the fluttering in her lower belly turned into hard, hot churning violence. Her hips bucked upward in response.

Her other hand slid up and down her belly, then moved upward to her breasts, sliding around and around her right nipple before seizing it between wet fingers and rubbing it back and forth.

Her breathing quickened and she felt the wetness begin to leak out of her slit, moistening the fingers working over it. Her ass ground into the bed, and her legs splayed far apart as she straightened two fingers and slid them deep into her hole.

She whined, feeling the heat building higher and higher inside her. Her clit was buzzing and burning as she pumped the fingers in and out of her slit, rubbing her thumb back and forth across the clitty as she did.

She arched her back, shoving her fingers hard into her pussy, and digging her thumb against the clit. She seized as much of her breast meat as she could in her other hand and squeezed, feeling hot, electric tension multiply inside her as she did so, feeling her warm, soft flesh oozing out between and around her small fingers.