A Lonely Evening of Naughty Fun
A Lonely Evening of Naughty Fun It had been one of those days where everything that could go wrong did. I was exhausted, both mentally and physically, as I trudged up the stairs to my apartment after work. The silence of the empty space greeted me like a long-lost friend – no roommates, no significant other, just pure solitude. It was on nights like these when I allowed myself the freedom to indulge in some much-needed self-love without any fear of judgment or interruption. As I slipped off my work clothes and into something more comfortable (read: nothing), a devious …