Lyra's Spiked Liberation

The first hit was always the hardest. Lyra had been warned about that enough times to learn her lesson, but she just couldn't resist. A small pinch of the powder between her fingertips and a little bit of spit to bind it. She'd done it so many times before that she could do it in her sleep - but that was a dangerous thing to do these days. According to her mother, there was a secret police force that was actively looking for people who were taking spike for fun.

A little thrill of excitement slithered down her spine as she lit the soft paper with the flame from a candle on her dresser. The powder began to darken from its original creamy yellow color into a deep maroon and began to smoke. She placed the makeshift pipe over her lips and drew in three quick breaths, filling her lungs with the bitter smoke that would burn its way through her veins and make her feel like she could take on the world.

After she'd finished getting high, she set aside the pipe and looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were slightly dilated, which made them look even bigger than usual, framed by long lashes. Her cheeks were flush with redness, and her blue-gray hair fell around her face in soft curls. She smiled at herself, pleased with what she saw.

"What do you think," she asked herself, "should I get dressed?" The thought of putting clothes on felt like an extra layer of skin that she didn't want to wear - but those thoughts felt silly after a hit or two of spike. "I don't know... I think maybe I should stay naked today." She ran her hand down her stomach slowly and trailed it between her thighs, dipping into her wetness with two fingers. "Mmm," she muttered happily as she massaged herself gently.

She knew where this was going; she'd found herself in this situation dozens of times before while high on spike. It was easy to imagine what it would be like if someone else was doing this for her - someone who would kiss her neck gently as they played with their fingers inside of her. Her hips began to roll gently against the pressure of her own fingers as an image formed in her head: A tall man standing behind her, strong hands resting on either side of hers on the dresser top as he pressed himself against her backside and kissed up along the nape of her neck to whisper naughty things into that spot behind her ear that turned all women's knees to jelly. They would grind against each other until they both came together, or maybe one would hold off until they were alone again so they could play with their partner's release until they were begging for more... The pleasurable waves pounding through Lyra's body intensified at the thought until finally they crested and washed over her in a wave of ecstasy that left all traces of rationality behind it in its wake as the world went hazy and far away for a moment before sharpening again into focus once more as she came back down from the high.

"That..." Lyra breathed out slowly, "was amazing." Only now did something occur to her: She cocked an eyebrow at herself as she reflected how bored she'd gotten when she hadn't been able to finish off by imagining sexy things with some hot stranger fucking away like animals all over everything without regard for anything but their pleasure - which was exactly what had just happened here in front of the mirror without any help from anyone else. This time around, though? Not only had it been great just using those images in my head? It was even better because I got myself off! This is soooo much better than sex - if I keep this up, maybe I won't need boys anymore!