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Quiet Moments
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Subject: Quiet Moments (f/?, mast)
Date: Sun Jun 11 14:18:28 1995
It is a perfect mid-Spring night. There is just the
slightest bit of chill in the air. The bathroom is lit by
candles, giving the room a warm, twilit atmosphere.
You undo your robe and let it fall to the floor. You settle
into the tub, warm, fragrant water stimulating and soothing
your skin. You lie back, feeling the water, the candle
light, your nakedness. Your hands begin to roam your body,
massaging muscles, caressing your breasts, stimulating
yourself.
You close your eyes and concentrate upon the feeling, upon
yourself. Soon, you find your hands joined by another pair.
They start at your shoulders, rubbing tired, stiff muscles.
Your purr gently at the sensations. Your own hands pick up
their pace.
The other hands move from your shoulders to your breasts.
Ready nipples tingle at their touch. Their gentle fondling
excites you further, adding to the stimulation you are
giving yourself.
The hands slowly work their way down from your breast,
massaging your tummy, playing with your soft patch of hair,
joining your hands at their work. Sensation builds upon
sensation, growing, burning, straining until they burst
forth in a flood that washes across your body. Your muscles
stiffen, barely muffled cries escape your lips.
All too soon, it passes. You open your eyes. You are alone
in your candle lit bathroom.
Like what you see? Don't like what you see? Tell me. All comments and
constructive criticism welcome.
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