Loneliness had been tearing at her heart for so long, the bleeding became immeasurable. As her fingertips skimmed across her porcelain body, she felt it begin to gush her melancholy, and she let out a silent sigh. How satisfying it would have been had someone been with her in one of her more susceptible states of being, but no. There was no one out there that would assist her, no one.
Her dark eyes slid closed as her fingers curled around the handle of her parasol, her only friend. Tenderly, she rubbed it against her breasts, flicking it over her nipples, soft sounds escaping her. The nub slowly slipped lower and lower until it delicately brushed against a sensitive spot.
Crimson locks of hair flew as she tossed her head to the side. She was a cruel mistress, teasing herself the way she was. The most sinister of moans passed through her slender lips as her other hand cupped a breast that was rising and falling in time with her panting. Strong shivers made her spine arch, and before she knew it, the item she held so dearly was inside of her, pleasing her.
Teeth gripped the comforter of her bed, muffled whispers making their way to her ear as she drove the thing deeper. Brow furrowing, she cast her darkness aside and simply basked in the fire of the moment before something within her screamed, and she flooded relief.
Gasping turned to undesired breathing as she removed the object from within her and her heart resumed to aching. She licked it clean, nonetheless, before rolling over and losing herself to the night.