Sometimes she found herself stuck, staring at her reflection.
When did I get like this?
She shook a little, pondering the feeling of the jewelry moving against her skin.
Why all these piercings?
She curled a golden wisp of her hair around one finger.
Why did I lighten my hair so much?
She leaned against the cool porcelain, trying to steady her breathing, to distract herself from the urgent throb of her pussy.
Why am I so fucking horny?
She looked at her body. Curvaceous and decorated. Fuckable. The throbbing was getting worse. More urgent. Needy. Longing. She couldn’t look away.
What have I become?