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By *yldstyle OP Woman
over a year ago
A world of my own |
A busy life leaves little time to have fun. Indeed it barely gives time for any self indulgence at all. However a rare afternoon home alone meant some "me time" was called for.
I lit the candles in the bathroom and watched the red bubble bath swirl into the running water. The scent of fruit and vanilla filled the room. I instantly felt a little more relaxed than I had all week.
He knew I was alone and where I was. My suggestions were often in vain as circumstances and time would rarely allow us to be together. Still, I tried. I still hoped.
The bath was hot so I spent some time looking for some soothing music before I planned to get in.
My mind very much on him. On the last time we shared a bath, how we ate ice cream from the tub and how we laughed as we realised how unsexy trying to have sex in my bath actually was. Thoughts of those moments were always comforting for me. Happy memories I often retreated to and today was no exception.
As I threw off my robe and stepped into the water it was hot. He hated it too hot but I loved the firey warmth. As the bubbles surrounded me and caressed my body I closed my eyes and began to switch off from the world and into a beautiful day dream.
I could almost feel his delicate touch on my skin. The way his fingers trace the outline of my face and down towards my shoulders.
I could smell his aftershave as he leaned in closer, moving my hair from my shoulder to kiss my neck. Oh how I craved his kisses, I no longer cared where as they always made me melt and took me under his spell.
My friends never understand why I stay but that was it. He brought me home, made me feel wanted, desired and needed in a way no one else could.
I could feel his breath on my skin and the strong presence of his body against mine. It was in itself thrilling. My mind drifted further to his kiss, the way he pins me against the door and claims me as his. Primal, hungry and protective. Flashbacks of many kisses slowly filled my mind and I could still taste every single one.
My moments with him were never dull and always left us both wanting and needing more.
As I sank deeper into the bubbles I felt cool air from the window over my nipples as they stood proud from the water. My clit twitched with the sensation but still I didn't touch myself. I wanted him. I closed my eyes once more and my thoughts took me to his touch once more. The way he slowly strokes and caresses my breasts when I ride him. The look of wonder on his face. No matter how many years we spend this way that look has never changed and it always turns me on... |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Has me curious as to which way this is going to go whether it is going to be somebody new or that person you are writing about realizes what he has and steps up to the plate.
Whichever way it goes it sounds like it's going to be a great story looking forward to more |
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By *yldstyle OP Woman
over a year ago
A world of my own |
As I continued to indulge in flashbacks of times we have shared, I began to relax. Maybe it was the warmth of the bath, the scent of the bubbles or the memory of his touch but I could feel myself unwind.
I slowly poured some water on to my breasts, dripping it on to my nipples and watching it fall off over my skin. I could picture the way he'd do that with his tongue. The thought alone made me sigh.
I continued to wash in the water, adding some soap over my shoulders . My shoulders, he bites those to drive me wild. And it does. I'm not into pain but this relatively recent discovery is almost enough to take me to climax on its own.
I've got butterflies as I remember stollen kisses and shoulder biting moments of late. Where I drive off rubbing the sting away but willing for it never to end.
For a woman who loves control this feels so strange and almost a little wrong. Clearly though my body disagrees as I can't help but swirl my finger over myself.
Unsurprisingly this leads me to other thoughts, the ones of me touching him, feeling him hard and throbbing under my fingers. Seeing him lost in our own little bubble of pleasure.
I can't wait to taste him again. The feeling of him wet against my mouth, the precum on my lips and the tip of my tongue as I slowly take him into my mouth.
I don't feel confident in many things but I do in that and I adore the feeling. The fullness, sliding his cock further down into my throat makes me so wet. He knows it too and seems to revel in working my cunt with his mouth or fingers until I lose control.
Oh how I crave that exquisite feeling when he moans in pleasure against me and pulls me down on to his face.
My fingers curled inside me, I closed my eyes and leaned back into the orgasm I could feel slowly building inside me... |
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