Rita had always pictured her first 'real' experience with sensuality as tender and gentle. This strange new feeling was anything but - it was raw, urgent and primal.

Her mind swirled back to her encounter with Dr. Aphrodite. She couldn't help but remember his smoldering emerald eyes as they discussed her lack of libido.

His hands, so steady and confident while maneuvering the cold steel needle, now seemed to her as the ultimate symbol of temptation. Well, except for that last needle prick, which caused her to yelp in pain. He, he wouldn't have, would he? She pondered. Rita tried to shake off the thought. After all, Dr. Aphrodite, or Michael, was a medical professional - and a respectable one at that. Furthermore, she had only just met him two hours ago. The flush on her cheeks turned into a full-blown blush as she recalled their discussions about self-pleasure.

As the night deepened, Rita tossed and turned in her bed, her dreams punctuated by fleeting images of dark hair, a white coat, and a warm smile.

She felt intoxicated by the new, tantalizing sensations surging through her core, a stark contrast to her former apathy. She let her fingers drift back again to the new border of her swollen labia only to hit them far sooner than she anticipated. Rita yanked her hand back and swallowed, feeling a strange mix of intrigue, confusion, and fear creep over her consciousness.

She looked down at her sweaty body still trembling from the mysterious spark that lingered between her legs. She wasn't experiencing pain, but something unfathomable; something she understood too little about.

She looked down across her toned abdomen, and saw rising above it, two mounds. They weren't as prominent as other woman's she had noticed at the beach or gym, but they were quite present. She usually avoided looking at this part of her body, deeming them unimportant. As she observed her breasts, she saw a faint outline of her darkened nipples underneath her thin SKIMS Onyx Soft Smoothing Seamless Bralette. They were hard and erect.

Rita's heartbeat became erratic as her mind connected the dots between the strange happenings she had experienced lately. It had to have been a coincidence.

It wasn't like Dr. Aphrodite would tamper with her vaccines, a highly respected physician, to induce spontaneous sensuality. The chances were simply too astronomical.

But the evidence was mounting, albeit circumstantial. The electrifying conversation in his office seemed amplified by some unseen hand, like the carefully curated script of an ingenious puppeteer unfolding before her. As an academic and a lover of logic, Rita couldn't help but acknowledge the intriguing implications woven throughout this bewildering series of events.

She received a notification that someone tried to message her over social media. Immediately, her heartbeat quickened as she thought of Dr. Aphrodite sending a secret message.

To her surprise, it was an anonymous name, the kind with several digits after it. The message contained only an animated gif of a woman rubbing severely engorged labia with a coy smile in the background. An indescribable sensation pooled in Rita's lower abdomen at this boldness. Was someone watching her, observing her newly awakened sexuality? Or was this just another wild coincidence?

Her thoughts raced, as images of Dr. Aphrodite's charismatic grin flashed in her mind. She could almost feel the warmth radiating from his hands whilst he discussed self-pleasure and intimacy.

Shaken, she closed the app, the erotic animation abruptly vanishing from her phone screen. However, every time she closed her eyes, the animation's vivid visual remained, imprinted in her imagination. A mixture of fear and titillation tugged at her nerves.

Rita slipped out of the leggings, leaving on just a matching SKIMS Onyx Soft Smoothing Seamless Thong. She stared at her body in the dimly lit room, realizing that an increased sensitivity had heightened every nerve and fiber in her being. Even the light cotton fabric felt strangely abrasive to her inflamed skin.

Her supple fingertips inched lower down her belly before settling gingerly on top of her newfound dampness.

Slowly, she began tracing the outline of her swollen labia, still in disbelief at how desirous this region had grown earlier that day. A shudder ran down Rita's spine while her body flooded with warmth and longing as she continued to caress herself. She placed three fingers over her folds, The index on one side of her lips, the middle and ring finger over the other. Mimicking the animation from the unsolicited private message, she rotated all three fingers in a circular motion over her labia, moaning lightly.

The vision of the erotic animation, now synced to her movements, began to evolve subtly within her mind. The woman's face in the animation twisted into a resemblance of Kim Kardashian, a celebrity she admired. She'd always been curious about the SKIMS line of clothing that Kim endorsed and was intrigued by the idea of wearing nothing but SKIMS.

The arousal intensified as her fingers applied slightly more pressure, slipping seamlessly against the slick fabric covering her sex. She gasped as an electric sensation tore through her, centering around her labia, like an unfamiliar yet welcomed catalyst awakening dormant desires in her core. Her lips started to part, as did the labia in her mind's eye. She continued to trace the outline of her sex, while growing slick with desire, visualizing two prominent lips: smooth, plump, and inviting.

"Fuck," she gasped at the thought, "Am I getting off to myself?"

Rita closed her eyes, no longer able to deny this surreal yet undeniably erotic self-exploration. Moving a finger to her clitoris, she found that it too was larger than before - the tiniest touch elicited an indistinguishable electric current throughout her entire core.

The room grew hot; sweat beaded on her back as she whimpered, struggling to keep quiet. Her fingers continued to move in the ways that the woman on the screen did, but the sensation had become all her own.

Rita slid down in her bed further, slipping her free hand into the waistband of her SKIMS thong. It effortlessly glided beneath the moisture she had created, finding the now-exposed lips splayed open and ready for her touch.

Her labia were more pronounced and parted than ever before, forming a vivid, pink opening that she had never seen on her body. Her pussy throbbed with anticipation for the slightest of touches.

Her body shivered as she gently caressed her clit, circling it gently with just the pad of her finger.

Each motion drew another whimper from her lips. Soon, she was panting heavily and gasping out curses as her hand moved faster, the friction between skin and fabric became unbearable. She tried pushing herself harder against her hand to recreate that spark once again, but it eluded her, leaving her drenched and breathless.

Something inside her couldn't ignore the feeling growing in its core.

Then the Kim in her mind's eye moaned, throwing her head back in rapture. The sight stirred something inside of Rita, something hungry and primal. She obeyed her inner impulses and pressed her fingers harder onto her clit.

From the visage of Kim erupted a golden shower, with Rita following suit, drenching the white sheets beneath her. The pressure from her hand built to a crescendo, and she desperately tried to reach that spark again.

Her movements grew erratic, fingernails digging into tender flesh beneath her panties, but it was no use: The vision had faded; its apparent purpose served.

Defeated, Rita slid her hand out of her underwear, dripping with her essence. She released a sigh that echoed through the silent apartment, then set about cleaning herself up. She slipped out of her SKIMS thong and tossed it in the direction of her laundry basket, disheartened by the anticlimactic end of her self-exploration.

She padded to the bathroom on wobbling legs, still flushed and panting. Her reflection stared back at her from the medicine cabinet mirror: pink splotches blossomed on her cheeks, eyes glittering with a mix of determination and despair. Her disheveled hair surrounded her face like a halo, contrasting with the rigid set of her shoulders.

Nothing made sense anymore. Every time she tried touching herself, her arousal would spike uncontrollably before fizzling out, almost taunting her unmet needs.

Her libido had turned into a wild beast, wickedly teasing her relentlessly; and no matter what she did, she couldn't quench the unbearable cravings that had recently awakened within her.

Back in her bedroom following the shower, Rita pondered on whether to slip back into something comfortable or something alluring—little had she known it would make no difference at all.

Sliding on a silky, skimpy, SKIMS Onyx Ultra Fine Lace Teddy from her lingerie drawer, she moved towards her computer to find some sleep-inducing music. The sheer fabric clung to every curve of her damp body, but she wasn't trying to seduce anyone; this was simply her preferred way to sleep. It was then that she noticed the glaring message notification on her screen.

Her heart raced at the sight of his name—how did they even manage to get through her ridiculously secure firewall? She hesitated, then clicked on the message icon. It was another overused animated gif of a woman rubbing her breasts from a small size to a large, exaggerated pair in the blink of an eye.

Rita's nipples hardened to rock-solid peaks beneath the thin silk fabric of her nightgown, betraying her intrigue.

"What's the meaning behind these provocative messages?" Rita wondered aloud. She glanced around her dimly lit bedroom, half-expecting an answer to appear in billowing smoky letters in front of her, but nothing emerged but the glow from the laptop monitor.

"Well, it won't happen during sleep," She muttered aloud, "My bed is soaked... I should do laundry." She groaned, taking in the sight of the still-wet sheets on her bed. As she lifted the corner of the comforter, a gush of warmth escaped her core and dampened the silk fabric of her teddy. "Dammit," she sighed, wiping away the trickle with a trembling hand.

Rita's eyes lingered on laptop, still open to the enigmatic message in her direct messages. There was something intoxicating about this newfound sense of desire that pulsed inside of her.

She decided to watch the breast animation again, the way her nipples had responded to the mere thought of it earlier. This time she allowed herself to observe every frame greedily, to breathe in the filthiness of uncontrolled pleasure.

Her right hand drifted up to her left breast, circling her thumb over the already tightening nub. She pinched hard, twisting it without mercy as her eyes never left the screen. Rita's breath hitched, a small gasp escaping her lips. Her core tingled, the aching need beginning to bubble to the surface again.

"Shit." Rita murmured. She observed her nipples straining against the thin fabric of her teddy, swollen and heated. She glanced back at the laptop, the lustful animation still playing on a loop. The temptation to continue tantalizing herself burned through her veins as she reached for the hem of her silk garment, eagerly tugging it off, easy robing and disrobing an advertised feature of this SKIMS lingerie. She cast it aside, now bare and exposed beneath the glow of her laptop screen.

The woman in the animation had larger-than-life attributes; Rita envied that and wondered how she could mimic that effect for herself.

She glanced down at her petite, perky breasts, gently brushing her fingers against them. Her skin felt clammy from the night's adventure, but her touch sent her pulse racing again. She squeezed them, imagining that her fingers could transform the soft mounds into perfect fun bags of flesh, like the ones that the anonymous person was teasing her with. In her mind, they swelled and grew firmer beneath her pawing hands.

Rita pinched both nipples until they stung and turned cherry red. A moan escaped into the air, but it was not from Rita, it was from the laptop. The anonymous woman in the animation had once again become Kim, who writhed in pleasure and pulled at her nipples, which had grown a large size for her breasts. Rita followed suit, feeling the pressure building from her swollen nipples to her core with throbbing intensity.

"Oh God, not this again," Rita murmured, letting out a strangled groan. Her sex pulsed and dripped, every nerve ending in her body on fire with anticipation. Her hips undulated in the air, a dance of heightened desire as she gripped herself tighter, squeezing down on her sensitive peaks.

A bolt of lightning, both unexpected and intense, surged through her, forcing her to bite her bottom lip to keep from crying out.

Rita couldn't stop imagining Kim K herself standing before her, a vision of perfection as she taunted Rita beneath hooded eyes. This thought brought a fresh wave of craving rippling through her. She imagined Kim's hands tweaking and pulling those rock-hard nipples, and Rita responded in kind, pulling harder until the sensation became almost painful.

She writhed beneath the imaginary weight of Kim's body, her hips bucking faster as her juices soaked the bed beneath her.

Rita was on the verge, needing just a little more stimulation, when there was a knock at the door.