Today I will be lazy, so much to do but I don't really care, this is going to be a day of decadence and self absorption, they come few and far between. All feelings of guilt about this long gone I plan the day ahead. You are at work today, I expect no visitors so my time is my own .
Its midday so I make some lunch, something naughty it's the theme of the day. I put on my favourite CD something exotic, then grab a towel, some rose scented bath oil and head for the bath, its steaming hot now and I take off my clothes in front of the mirror. Looking at my self I'm not sure whether to admire what I see or feel mildly disappointed at my own imperfections. Curves full, round, scars reminding me of things Id rather forget.
The coldness of the surrounding air makes my nipples hard, I run my palms over them and enjoy the brief sensation that brings. I step into the bath. Ease my self into the hot water, a layer of oil covering my body making it silken smooth, and shiny under the dimmed light.
I lie back and relax listening to the sweet sounds of harps in the background, oh to disappear from the world like this for a time its so soothing. I drift in and out of light sleep, as I do this I think of you. As I always seem to do.
I think of the times you have touched me, caressed me so well, I imagine your body, your beautiful lithe body. The feel of your skin against mine, it never ceases to excite me and move me. Occasionally I wonder if I deserve you, my doubts of my own worth still present, though getting less for every day I know you.
I've never dealt with such kindness, selflessness before, It both warms my heart and scares me. Is it all too good to be true, will I wake up and it all be gone . Putting these thoughts aside for another day, I continue to think of the love we have made, the tender kisses, seductive embraces and I begin to feel aroused.
Warmth builds in my groin, a distant pulse beating between my legs. A shiver runs down my spine in response to these sensations and slowly I begin to touch my body as my mind holds on to an image of you in all your beauty.
I run my fingers over my now hard nipples, slowly circling them with my finger tips, the oil allowing them to run smoothly, I feel them harden further. Taking each between my thumb and index finger I roll each nipple gently, occasionally pulling softly. Every sensation in my body now heightened I arch and sigh in pleasure.
Continuing this for a few minutes I am becoming more and more aroused, as I think of how you touch me. I know I will never tire of the way you feel in my arms, and I wish you were here with me now.
I continue to roll my left nipple between my fingers and slowly slide my right hand between my legs, parting them slightly as I do.
Using the tips of my fingers I glide my hand back and forward, over my clit, I'm so sensitive I feel every small stroke, my breathe drawing in each time I do so. Changing pace after a few minutes of this I allow my two fingers to enter me after each downward stroke, going deep inside then coming back over my clit. This feels so nice, but its nothing compared to the way I feel when you touch me in this way.
Rubbing and stroking, continuing to let my fingers slide in and out of me, my breathing becomes very shallow and I feel the tension building fast between my legs.