Here’s a short story inspired by your theme, tying in the desire for indulgence:

All I Think About is Sex

It was late in the evening, and as I sat at my desk, my mind wandered, as it often did, to fantasies that played out in my head like a movie I couldn’t stop watching. All I think about is sex. It's a craving, an itch, something I can't help but indulge in mentally, letting it take over until I feel the heat in my skin, the pulse between my legs.

My eyes flickered to my phone, the reminder of what I’d been thinking about all week—the new toy I wanted, one that would make these fantasies even more vivid. I could already imagine how it would feel, how it would take me over the edge again and again until my body was spent, trembling in satisfaction. And the shoes—yes, those sleek heels that would make me feel powerful, confident, sexy.

The urge was almost too much. I needed it, needed both. The shoes to wear while I played out my fantasies, the toy to bring them to life. My desires had become a constant companion, something I embraced, indulging in the idea of treating myself, of fulfilling every want, every need.

I smiled to myself, feeling the heat rise inside me. It was time to stop thinking and start acting. I deserved this—both the pleasure and the indulgence. My mind was consumed with sex, my body aching for the touch I craved, and I knew exactly how to make it happen.

With that, I opened my favorite app. One click away from making those fantasies real.