At the end of the day

My hand is beneath my green skirt.

Today was a long day. A good one, certainly, one that has left my muscles aching in a very satisfying way, but it has been long. I got off the train into the pouring rain this evening, and by the time I got home all I wanted to do was take off my wet clothes and wrap myself in blankets.

However, it is me. After a few minutes of scrolling through my twitter feed I was feeling the urge to slip my hand beneath my skirt and pushed my knickers aside. And why deny myself?

My hand is beneath my green skirt.

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