Alone With My Toys

I'm just this little person, you know? I keep it all bottled up inside because what I do is so not normal. But tonight, I let myself out of that box and played with my favorite toy, just me, in the dark, imagining someone was here to watch over me. It started with a simple request, 'Daddy, can we play?', and then I just lost it. My hands moved fast as I explored every inch of myself, pretending he was there to guide me, to teach me what I craved deep down but never let myself do until now. Felt so wrong in the best way possible, me alone in my room, my skin slick with desire and longing for that guidance. I wished he'd scold me when it got too wild, tell me how naughty I was being. But there wasn't anyone here to stop me, not even a voice to call out to. Just me, the toy, and the darkness. And even now, as my body cools down from the rush of forbidden pleasure, I can feel the emptiness settling back in. It's just too much for one little person to handle.