Maiden's Maiden Voyage

She sits alone, enraptured in her quiet room,
A new humming companion, poised to make her bloom.
Her fingertips glide, tracing her heated skin,
As the familiar ache, begins to set deep within.

The vibrator hums, pulsing firmly against her core,
Sending electric shockwaves, down to the very floor.
She presses it firmly, through the cotton of her panties,
Reveling in the sensations, as her arousal steadily swells.

She grips the toy tighter, as it hums to life,
The delicious vibrations, send shivers through her thighs.
She guides it downward, pressing it to her swollen, aching clit,
The pulsing rhythms, make her vision start to split.

Her body glistens with sweat, nerves alight with desire,
Each touch of the vibrator, stokes her internal fire.
She whimpers and gasps, as pleasure overflows,
Every trembling contact, closer to ecstasy grows.

The feeling builds and builds, as she works the toy with care,
Chasing that precipice, drowning in euphoric despair.
She moans and gasps, completely lost in blissful ecstasy,
Each tingling touch, driving her closer to sweet release.

The vibrator's dance, grows faster and more wild,
Her hips buck and grind, completely beguiled.
The mounting tension, the aching, throbbing need,
Until finally her body, can no longer concede.

With a keening cry, her orgasm overtakes,
Her back arches, as the powerful climax breaks.
She convulses and shudders, consumed by bliss so divine,
A gushing torrent of release, her body's native wine.

Her hips start undulating, bucking against the toy,
As she nears the summit, of carnal, primal joy.
Through the soaked fabric, she cries out in pure delight,
The steadily growing wetness, overtaking her with its might.

The warm gush of wetness, soaking through her panties,
A testament to the power, of her own hands' dominion.
She collapses back, boneless and breathless and spent,
Reveling in the afterglow, completely, utterly content.

As the tremors subside, and she starts to come back down,
The dampness spreads, soaking through her clothes all around.
But she revels in it, for she revels in her truth -
Her toy has given her the ultimate, empowering proof.

That she's the sole master, of her own blissful rapture,
No other's measurement, can ever quite capture.
For with this extension, of her deepest desire,
She can ignite her spark, and freely stoke her inner fire.

So she sits there glowing, with a euphoric smile,
Secure in the knowledge, she need not beguile.
For she is the master, of her own ecstasy,
And with her trusty vibrator, she'll always be free.