She lie back on the bed, squirming a bit on the new dark green, silken sheets. The feel of the smooth shiny sheets against her freshly shaven calves as she scissored her legs back and forth was a very sensual experience indeed. She sighed deeply, knowing the expense of the sheets was worth it. She shifted her pillows, propping herself up a bit in the bed. She leaned back, and picked up the remote control she had tossed onto the bed. She began scanning the channels, wondering what New Year's show to watch this year.
She decided on the Rockin' New Years Eve show. She listened for a moment as they played an 'oldie but goodie' from the past. Listening to old music alone, no matter how good it is, can get a bit maudlin, she decided after a few minutes. She glanced downward and realized her new black silk gown, accented with red lace was gaping away from her white skin. She could see her white full breasts, pillowed upwards, with a very impressive cleavage, as she sat with her arms crossed at her waist. Her nipples were peaked up with arousal. Damn! She thought to herself, life just isn't fair sometimes.
Her she was, freshly shaven, in all the right places, her body soft and silky with perfumed crème, covered in black silk, and yet she was alone. Where was the justice in the world? Well, it certainly wasn't with her. At the last minute, his work had changed the schedule, and he had had to go into to work tonight, of all nights! Nope, she thought, life just wasn't fair.
She leaned over to her nightstand, and grabbed the bottle of French champagne that she had been saving for so many years... since a friend had brought it back from a private vineyard in France. She had chilled it in anticipation of their spending New Year's Eve, and night, together. Celebrating their life, their love, and their future new years together. She popped the cork, using her expensive opener, and poured herself a glass of her sweet champagne.
Here's to us, my love! She toasted their love in the silence of the room. Yup! Life just really sucked somedays. She tilted the glass and drained the bubbling liquid. She poured another glass, not really considering the consequences. That glass followed the first. Then she eased down in the bed, and lowered the sound on the TV. She closed her eyes, and remembered what had happened the second time she had worn this silken confection of lustful promise.