Temple of Pleasure

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My body is a temple of pleasure. I can feel it in every cell, every breath. I am addicted to the pleasure, the release that I get from touching myself.

My curves are an invitation, beckoning me to explore. I feel a deep need to surrender myself, allowing for moments of incredible bliss. I usually do this alone, as I cannot help but give in to the desire.

My hands roam my body. My breasts feel heavy, my nipples perking as I caress them. My belly, full and round, swells as I brush my fingertips over it.

I slowly descend, my fingers finding their way to my wetness. My breathing becomes ragged as I explore my innermost secrets. My fingertips glide against my sensitive skin, unearthing an explosion of pleasure.

I cannot help but moan, feeling the intensity of my arousal and the warmth that travels through me. I revel in the sensations that I'm experiencing, addicted to the pleasure they bring. My body demands more and I comply.

My fantasies come alive in my mind as I move my fingers along my body. I am driven to the brink of pleasure, my back arching as I gasp for air. My nipples are hard and my body bathed in sweat as I find relief.

I am left satisfied and exhausted, with a smile on my face. This ritual of pleasure has become almost a daily pursuit for me. I'm addicted to it, to the way my body responds to my touch and the pleasure I get from it.

I savor every moment, no matter how fleeting, as I drift off into a peaceful sleep.