She started alone in her room feeling a tingling sensation her fingers danced on her skin as she prepared for the moment the table corner became her only focus grinding against it with every ounce of passion her body swayed in a dance of desire each thrust bringing her closer to the peak of ecstasy a deep satisfaction washed over her as she exploded in delight her breathing deep and sated the memory of the stolen moments lingered she craved more of this private indulgence her thoughts already drifting to the next moment of bliss the quiet solo satisfaction a guilty delight her world revolved around these hidden moments the table her unmoving accomplice her thoughts were of pure desire the thrill never faded