Caught Watching Porn

The door to your living room is slightly ajar as you quietly come down the stairs to get a glass of water. Through the gap, you see the flickering light from the laptop dancing across Lena's bare skin – she's sitting on the sofa with her legs spread, one hand between her thighs, the other wrapped around a vibrating dildo. Her breathing is heavy, her lips slightly parted as she joins the moaning women on the screen. When you move, the wood creaks under your foot. Lena freezes, slowly turns her head, and keeps the dildo circling between her fingers. "I thought you were already asleep," she whispers with a smile that's anything but innocent. The laptop is still open, the sounds from the film filling the room. She doesn't pull her hand away.