I know I shouldn’t, but I lock myself in my bedroom and without even undressing, let my hand find its way up under my skirts and through my drawers and find my hot, damp hair. I gently part my lips and rub the moisture around them, close them with my fingers and slowly start to circle and circle, gently and steadily at first and then, as I gather speed, my other hand clutches at one of my breasts and squeezes it hard as my breath quickens and my heart pulses in my ears. I close my eyes to the world around me and focus in on that one small place and the rhythm of my hand as I feel my body tensing and a pleasure slowly growing behind my fingers, and it grows and grows as I rub harder and faster, my arm aching and my other hand now reaching down too, pushing my skirts up so it can grab hold of my thigh and grip hard, my nails biting into my skin as my hand circles and circles and then my breath catches and my whole body shudders with pleasure emanating out from that small spot, throughout my entire self, spreading out through my arms and legs and head like lighting has struck me, and I sink back into the waves of pleasure. I let go with both my hands and lie there, legs apart, eyes still closed.

After just a moment’s respite, I want more. My fingers find the spot again, and start to gently caress once more, and within a few moments the heat rises again, and another shock of pleasure emanates up through my body, almost as good as the first. I squeeze my thighs, my breasts, and let myself take deep gulping breaths of air. I cannot help but let out a moan of pleasure. I squirm on my sheets as the pleasure slowly subsides. I roll onto my side and fall into a luxurious slumber. And whom shall I dream of? The woman who has kissed me in the woods and has ignored me ever since. The woman whom I cannot stop thinking about. Waking to thoughts of her, I feel a new throbbing come from between my legs and allow myself to reach down once more. And this time as I circle my fingers to draw pleasure, I imagine it is Miss Lister’s fingers touching me, her face in front of me, and her lips on mine.