*This piece contains mature subject matter.*
When I’m in the bath everything outside of it ceases to be a concern. I’m selfish in this space, unabashedly so. Bath time is like good sex, I take my time and I am thorough. Better still, great sex where I am both refreshed and deeply satisfied. However, bath time is just for me. Selfish, as I said.
My hands spread slippery, soapy suds; shoulders first, then neck, down and over, cupping and molding my breasts. Sometimes I linger and circle the nipple, making it alert, standing at attention. The warmth of the water really brings out their natural blush, pointed rose tips defying gravity as I lie back into the tub; long hair fanning outwards, expanding in the water. My hands continue their journey, down to my stomach and thighs. I raise one leg at a time, washing and working those ever stressed…
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