Setting her wineglass on the dresser, she crosses to their walk-in closet. She is radiant. XXNX She studies the planes of her body in the full-length mirror, drawing her fingertips across the velvety softness of her own skin. The vibrator has slipped from her body and she searches for it, switching it off. She turns her body away from the mirror, craning her head around to admire the plump swell of her booty. Raising herself on her toes to reach the wine glasses on the top shelf of the cabinet produces a sweet, sharp pang on her most sensitive bits. She leaves the bottle and corkscrew on the kitchen island and sashays back to the bedroom, through the quiet, dark apartment, glass in hand. Balancing the vibrator against the bundle of nerves with her palm, she pinches the lower clamp tighter with two fingers, a crescendo
