I stare at that handle. Sitting there quietly. I enjoy thinking of the different meanings of handle. Handling. Handle you. Door handle. Shaped the same as a hot dog but defined with a round curve and cold metal. Feeling the cold metal. I reach for it and the chill shoots through my skin. Exciting me and sending new ideas spinning in my mind. I yank it off the door, cant wait any longer. I open myself and slide it in. The heat of my vag and the chill of the handle swarm together and create a new sensation. Sitting there on the ground with the handle in. I smirk at what has become of my crazy mind. Its as though someone else is controlling my body. When I'm horny ill go to any lengths to get what i need. Adrenaline shoots through me and sends a chill up my spine. It turned me on like a light bulb. Back and forth back and fort. All i can concentrate on is this new feeling and the amazingness I've just discovered. Wet drips fall to the floor off the handle and cover my hand with the same warmth. I sense movement from the door, when i look up i make immediate eye contact with Jason...
