5:15AM; the alarm clock screeched. The time of day I struggled with most. 5:15 on a Sunday morning. The one time of the week that most felt like torture.
Rolling over at the first screech of the clock, with a disapproving groan, I forced myself to move past the snooze button and turned the alarm off, as I dragged myself from the warmth of the bed in my groggy state.
Following my usual wake up routine I headed straight for the shower, the sudden burst of hot water filling the room with steam, only to be drawn up through the ceiling vent. The hot steam gradually waking my body with its warming yet refreshing comfort, as the cool air being dragged past my body through the vent, aroused my skin, a rash of goose pimples flooding my arms as my nipples stood on end in their awakened state
I let the hot water pour over me, brushing the mango scented lather along my body, starting at the shoulder, the soapy warmth replacing the goose pimples from before as I continued scrubbing my arms before moving across my chest. The netting of my loofa catching on my still attentive nipples, sending a jolt of sensations through me and with that my mind was now drawn back to my night's escapades; flashes of bare skin, thick arms around me, soft hands caressing each curve and crevice of my body, lips searching my skin and a tongue that did all but dissatisfy.
My mind was running wild with lustful images as I continued to brush the coarse loofa across my breasts, the reminder of the pleasure that had been felt in the night, only leading my hand to continue it without hesitation. My soapy fingers gliding down my body, reaching my outer folds it was then I realised my libidinous state, the scraping of my nails forcing a shallow moan to exit from within as I let my fingertips wander.
Reaching my now awoken bud, I gently circled it as I let the wildness deep within my mind take over, my inner fantasies being played out in my imagination as my body reciprocated; my hips gently rocking in appreciation of all that was being given.
Facing the wall, the warm water running down my back, my free hand braced, palm flat on the cool tiles as I continued to reward my senses. Flicking playfully and feeling the sweet surges rush through my body in waves, my shallow moans now panted breaths as I pressed my sensitive bud firmly, my mind still transfixed on the images from my night, my body aching, longing for more.