The importance of me-time ❤️

It is an ordinary Wednesday in late April.
And yet...
i have been looking forward to tonight for a week!
Tonight is mine.
mine alone.
my time.
my me-time!
To... masturbate. ?
*giggles*
i stare at the glass on the coffee table.
The bright green poison entices me.
The bright red cherry at the bottom promises a delightful sweet dessert.
The sweat drips down the martini glass.
An appletini.
my favorite poison.
Tonight i will enjoy myself.
i will play.
She is always on my mind.
my Nicky.
my Muse.
my Mistress.
my Dream-Girl.
i lick my lips and lifting the glass to my lips, i take a deep, satisfying sip.
i swallow, and the poison burns my throat.
i can feel the warmth slide down my throat.
i place the glass down on the table, and wait for a moment.
And there it is.
That familiar, delightful rush.
A warmth that spreads over my body.
And that smile.
That smile that always erupts on my face.
i am ready.
Ready to play.
i am ready to play. For Her. For Nicky. my Love.
i log in, and go to my messages.
i smile brightly.
She wrote to me!
i click Her message and read it.
i click the link She sent me, the gift.
i watch.
i lick my fingers...
And begin.