Emily adjusted her black choker, the small silver studs catching the light in her bedroom. A selfie stick leaned against the wall, ready. Today was about exploring – herself.
She ran a hand down her ripped fishnets, the familiar texture sending a shiver down her spine. This wasn't for anyone else; this was for her. The camera was just a way to capture the moment, to remember the sensations.
Her fingers traced the outline of her bra, a delicate lace number that barely contained her small tits. She unhooked it, letting it fall to the floor. The cool air kissed her pierced nipples, causing them to tighten. A small moan escaped her lips.
She lowered her black mini-skirt, revealing a pair of matching black panties. A faint dampness bloomed between her legs. "Time to play," she whispered to herself.
Slowly, she slid her fingers beneath the elastic of her panties, grazing the soft folds of her pussy. Her breathing quickened. A series of self-portraits flashed across her mind: teasing poses, sultry smiles, each one more suggestive than the last. But this was better. This was real.
Her fingers found their target, pressing gently against her clit. She began to move her hand in small, circular motions, building the pressure. A rush of heat flooded her body.
Faster, harder. She arched her back, her eyes closing. A low growl rumbled in her throat. Her pussy throbbed, demanding more. This was what she wanted, what she needed.
She imagined the sensation of someone else's touch, but it was fleeting. Her own hand was enough. It understood her body, knew exactly how to bring her to the edge.
A wave of pleasure washed over her, intense and overwhelming. She gripped the edge of her bed, her muscles contracting. The world narrowed to a single point: the burning sensation between her legs.
Finally, it came. A series of shudders racked her body. She cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and relief. She let her hand fall to her side, her fingers sticky and wet.
Lying back on her bed, she caught her breath, the remnants of the orgasm still tingling through her. She glanced at the camera, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Emo Emily," she thought, "you're a fucking star."
