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The Bath
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The Bath The day was just starting to warm up, and I'd been playing outside all morning, laboring in the yard. So when I got inside I went straight to the bathroom, drew up a nice hot bubble bath, and hung the DND sign on the door. The bathroom was filled with the moist heat from the bath, the fresh fragrance of lavender, with a hint of vanillia filled the room. The mirror starting to fog from the outer edges creating a nice omniscent halo around my reflection, the soft white light contrasting gently with the shadows to cast an image before me that brought a smile to my lips. I watch intently at the reflection in the mirror as she teasingly pulls the clip from her hair, letting her curls cascade down her neck and shoulders. She slides her fingers up from the base of her neck and fluffs her hair. Leaning in forward towards my own image before me, I notice the way my breasts have shifted forward, loosely contained by the borders of my robe. I press my elbows together and lift my cleavage up, enjoying the sultry tan that gives tantalizing depth to my busom. Slowly I allow the weight of the robe to pull itself off. Slipping over my shoulders. and down my arms as they hand at my sides. I admire the woman in the mirror. I trace my finger along the outline of my breast, and watch as the woman in the mirror mimicks my every move. I watch as her fingers gently trace the soft dusty pink outline of her nipples, and gently lick my lips as she lightly pinches a nipple between her thumb and forefinger. I watch her other hand as it dips beyond the margin of the mirror, below the counter, and presses against her body. Gently, ever so lightly, I feel her fingers gently brush against my crotch. I watch her in the mirror as she mischeivously brings a finger to her lips and moistens it with her silken tongue. She gathers my gaze, and my hand, and brings it towards the center of my passion. Lightly probing, gently flicking her soft finger against the inner recesses of my mound, now becoming intensely warm. I watch over my shoulder as her image turns away and steps into the steaming bath. The heat being nearly unbearable, I can feel it as it turns my skin crimson, as I slowly inch down into the rainbow bubbles, I feel the stress of the day leaving, and a sensual calming replace what earlier was keyed up nerves. The bubbles coming up to my chin, covering my breasts completely. I admire the tan, tone look that my legs have jutting out from the bubbles, and lather up a shave gell before smearing the foam over my legs, one at a time, and then gently taking the razor from the tray beside the bath. Each stroke from ankle to knee leaves a nice path of hairless skin, soft and moist from the richness in the lather. I repeat the process until both legs are baby soft, and then I take a handful of latered shaving gel and kneel in the tub, bringing my hand to the soft tuft of hair just north of my pussy. I gently shave the edges and clean up the days growth. My favorite time to touch myself is immediately after shaving. The silkiness, and softness, is simply irresistable. I am overcome by the urge to slide a finger between my labia, and gently tease myself, probing and exploring the warm, moist entrance to my sexual being. With one finger nuzzled inside me, I cup my clit in the palm of my hand as I ease myself back into the bathtub. The hot water reigniting the heat building deep within my loins, as I plunge my finger in as deep as I can. A sharp intake of breath leaves my lips and and know that I can't possibly finish my bath, until I finish myself off. I reach up and grab the shower nozzle, and inspect it for a good spray. I read once about a woman who used her shower massager to get herself off, so I thought to myself that I should give it a try. The power pulse is a little too strong, I could feel the hot rush of water filling my insides, pulsating and throbbing, but battering my poor little clit until it felt ultrasentsitive. The lighter version of the pulse just didn't quite work either. In a moment of genious, I decided to lay the washcloth across my pussy, and use it as a buffer between the torrent pulse of the shower head and my clit. The washcloth absorbed the water and created a gentle shield for my tender skin against the powerful pulsating that came from the shower head. With my free hand, I slid one leg up and propped it against the water spicket, and cupped my hand around my buttock until I could feel my fingers dancing around the slick opening to my pussy. I slipped a finger inside , at just the same moment I found the right spot for the shower jet to rest, teasingly thumping my clit into an erect,hard little button. I start sliding my finger in and out, enjoying the slickness of the juices coating my fingers and filling the palm of my hand. The dizzying feeling of an orgasm getting closer and closer, I can feel the heat filling me from the inside, causing my body to writhe uncontrollably under my own hands. I stop myself short of cumming several times, gently bringing myself back to a calmer state before picking up the pace and nearly losing control again. The final time, I cannot stop, the thrashing of water against my sopping pussy, slick with my own juices, and bringing my internal temperature to a new peak, I cum hard, milking my own fingers inside me as my orgasmic contractions squeeze and release inside me with a force I had not known. The quivering and spasms continue well after my orgasm rips through my inner core. I finally feel the constrictions begin to lessen inside me, as I slowly regain composure. I allow my own fingers to slide out of me, sloppily, and saturated with cum. I pull my hand out of the water, and spread my fingers, the slick cum creating delicate little strings between my fingers as I pull them apart. I bring my hand to my nostrils and can smell my own pleasure still thick but lightly perfumed with the lavender and vanillia lingering from the bath. |
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[Curtsy] Why Thank you Sir! And how perceptive you are. My path has crossed another's; someone right out of a romance novel! One of those really smutty ones that involves many torrent, decadent, toe-curling, primal sexual encounters. Pretty much on every other page! So yes, there is a little (lot of) inspiration going, and it is like an awakening. In the morning I wake up with a deeper, lustier hunger. I enjoy feeling him inside me so much that periodically throughout the day I get a little remnant quiver, fire still burning from the last time his cock occupied my pussy. One of the things I really dig about him... He looks into my eyes while he is fucking up into me, and it is amazing, because I can see his power, his presence, his energy - and I feel everything inside me dissolve, all barriers, resistance, hesitances... time stands still and I lose track of anything other than becoming one energy source, one presence with him. I guess loosely translated... we fit together quite nicely. Thank you.. again.. and it is damn good to be back 
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12/31/2008 5:26 am |
That was an incredible blog darlin. You have such an amazing way with words. I could almost visualize you in that bathroom, tub. I hope to hear back from you and be able to read more of your wonderful tantalizing tales. Jeff
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1/2/2009 5:56 am |
THAT GOT ME NICE AND HARD
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