A/N: I found this on my computer from 2016, but never uploaded it, so here goes nothing. Know that I have no shame whatsoever; I just write without abandon.
She wouldn't deny that she had itches to scratch. She felt no shame in it. She was human after all.
She knew it was natural to be overwhelmed with feelings that made her want to get off.
It was an escape, a relief. She treasured her sex life with Jonesy, but being in bed by herself reminded Nikki that she was very much in charge of her own pleasure. She could reach her itch and scratch as much as she wanted to, scratch until she convulsed with satisfaction.
Even if that meant spending some nights with just her body and her own two hands. Even if it meant fantasizing about Jason from DawgToy and arching her back alone. Even if it meant putting hypnotizing, breathtaking thoughts of her boyfriend on repeat.
That boy drives me so crazy, she often thought with love as she got off.
With her own touch, she breathed just as deeply, moaned just as much, came just as hard as any sexual encounter she had with him.
She had a body of her own, hands that wouldn't quit, and a deep itch to scratch.