In the quiet of the night, with the moon casting a silvery glow through the window, I found myself restless and filled with a primal desire that begged to be sated. My roommate, sound asleep in her bed, was unaware of the forbidden thoughts that danced through my mind.
I shifted on my own bed, feeling the soft fabric of my pillow beneath me. The urge to indulge in a deliciously sinful act gripped me, and without hesitation, I straddled my pillow, feeling the heat between my thighs grow with each movement.
As I pressed my body against the softness beneath me, a wave of pleasure washed over me. The sensation of friction against my most sensitive parts sent shivers of delight coursing through my veins.