I’m in bed but tossing and turning. Maybe if I place a pillow between my legs, that will make rest come easier, I think to myself. Instead, the corner brushes up against my panties, and that’s a different kind of good feeling. But I eventually get tired of humping the pillow. I roll over to the nightstand and withdraw my favorite toys and dildo, and pull a bottle of water based lube from the drawer to make it nice and slippery. I pull up the pillow and sit on it. It feels so good slipping my dildo under the waistband of my white cotton panties. I tease my aching pussy lips, slick with lube and lady nectar. A moan slips like a crook from my trembling lips, and I lift my hips up to remove my panties. With one hand, I stroke my clitoral hood, and with the other, I make slow and shallow probes to the vestibule before the awesome mouth of my vagina. I coach yourself, praising what a good job I’m doing, and how good it feels. My Yoni beckons for its Lingam so that the energies be combined.