Valentine’s Day night... Outside, couples are walking hand in hand, laughing, kissing under the streetlights. But me? I’m alone in my bed, curtains tightly closed, bathed in soft red light from the bedside lamp. I’m wearing nothing but thin white thigh-high socks that stop just above my knees, making my legs look longer and softer. My heart is racing—not from loneliness this time, but from the sweet, b*rning need that’s been building inside me all day, begging to finally be released.

I settle in the middle of the bed, propping pillows behind my back so I can open myself comfortably. My skin-tone dildo waits on the nightstand—thick, gently curved upward, veins warm under my fingertips. I squeeze lube into my palm and spread it slowly. First I tease myself with my fingers... my entrance is already slick, sensitive, answering every touch with soft whimpers. One finger slips inside, then two... warm, soft, ready, welcoming.

I take the dildo in my hand. I glide the tip over my stomach first, trailing downward, then press it gently against my entrance. I push slowly. As it slides in, a long, trembling “mmmmhhh~” spills from between my lips. That delicious fullness... that familiar pressure... I lift my hips slightly, rocking until I find the perfect angle.

And then... the curved tip kisses my prostate and my whole body arches like a drawn bow.

“Ahhh... right there... yes...”

I hold still for a moment, savoring the thick, throbbing pressure deep inside. My prostate begins to swell, pulsing like a heartbeat. Then I start moving—slow, deep strokes. Every gentle thrust sends warm waves rolling up from my core, spreading all the way up my spine.

“Nnnghh... so good... if I had a lover tonight, they’d do it just like this...”

I pick up speed. My hips find their own rhythm, rising and falling, greedily pulling the toy deeper. My chest swells with pleasure, nipples hard and aching. One hand squeezes and strokes them while the other grips the base, driving the pace faster.

Everything is gathering inside. That deep, unstoppable vibration... my prostate throbs and grows bigger with every stroke, each press sending stronger bursts of bliss through me. My legs start trembling, toes curling into the sheets.

“It’s coming... ahh, it’s coming... please... even if I’m alone tonight...”

My control slips away. I’m thrusting the dildo in and out faster now, h*tting that sweet spot lovingly but firmly every single time. And then... it explodes.

That wet, rolling, gushing rush.

A thick, warm river pours out from deep inside me. I don’t even touch my c*ck—just the shattering prostate *rgasm takes complete control of my body. My stomach clenches and releases, hips twitching in the air, and from behind... yes, from behind... hot, intense fluid starts spurting out in waves. Every pulse sends more spilling onto the sheets, warm and slick, soaking through. Those long, quivering waves before the peak keep coming... one, two, three... four... my eyes roll back, mouth open, moans turning wet and broken.

“ohhh... so this is my Valentine’s gift to myself...”

Finally I slow down, keeping the dildo buried inside as I collapse back. Tiny aftershocks still ripple through me with every breath, leaving sweet echoes. More warmth leaks from behind, trickling down, making the sheets even wetter. A dazed, happy smile spreads across my face... chest heaving, legs still shaking.

“Off... even alone... I took such good care of myself tonight...”

I roll onto my side, pull the blanket over me. With that beautiful fullness still inside, I close my eyes. Valentine’s Day is over, but my own l*ttle private celebration is still trembling softly deep within me.

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