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There‘s a window in my bathroom. I know you’re outside. Make yourself comfortable. Watch me release the tension of a long day. And don’t worry, I won’t mind if you rub yourself while you watch. The thought only makes me hotter.It has been a long day. Rushing to get ready to go to a job I hate. Rushing to get the kids off to school. Of course, MaryJane forgot her backpack again so I had to rush to get her to school since she missed the bus. Then hurry up and wait behind the never ending procession of other parents dropping their kids off. Obviously they have no where to be in any particular hurry. Naturally, I was late to work. I had to listen to Mark gripe and complain like the little bitch he is. I wanted to stab him in the eye with my fork at lunch. I really should quit. It’s not like I’m really all that important at work. Then had to rush home through traffic that moves like January molasses. Why can’t I just teleport? If that wasn’t bad enough, Jimmy got in another fight at school today. Then all the fighting at home. I swear the boys will never learn to get along. MaryJane can’t Maltepe Escort seem to put her cell phone down long enough to acknowledge I exist unless she needs something, much less notice that I could use some help around the house. Especially since their dad is out of town on business.Well, to hell with it all. I don’t get time alone very often and I’m damn well going to take advantage of it. The kids are asleep. The dishes are done. Roscoe and Bacon won’t need to go out again tonight. Oh, I know exactly what I want. There it is. My old purse. Maybe it’s in here. Yep. Cool. Just enough for a joint. I roll a joint and prepare to relax. I smoke the pungent herb within the confines of my large master bathroom. Letting the day melt away as I shed uncomfortable high heels and restrictive clothing allowing my skin to breathe. The room fills with smoke. As I begin to relax, I turn the hot water on. There are various different candles placed throughout the room. Slowly, methodically, I light each one. The smell of vanilla, lavender and sandalwood mix with Maltepe Escort Bayan the earthy smell of weed. Steam billows from the hot water now cascading from the showerhead. The sudden clash of hot steam and cooled air wrestles against my flesh, causing a chill to rise. A quick flip of the switch and all light is gone except for the gentle flicker of flames burning on candle wicks. I slide my white, no nonsense bikini panties to the floor, step out. The clasps on my bra are easy work and the white lace slips down my arms landing in a lazy heap on the floor. As if in slow motion now, I pull the shower curtain back. My skin is assaulted by steam causing my cold nipples to pucker. I step into the shower, drawing the curtain closed behind me. Surrounded by nearly complete darkness, the world disappears. I can literally feel the stress wash down the drain as the water scorches my bare flesh. Stepping deeper into the cascade of steaming hot water, my blond hair is saturated and begins clinging to my body. I sweep my hands through it, letting it fall Escort Maltepe straight down my back. A stray lock is pushed over my shoulder by the rushing water. With the delicate tips of my fingers, I brush it from my breast and back behind my neck. The water flows across my shoulders, streaming down my breasts. It’s beautiful how it streams between them and washes over the mounds to fall to the shower floor. Using only my hands, I spread the hot water over my skin. My arms. My chest. I pay close attention to my breasts. Massaging the wetness into the delicate skin. My dark pink nipples perk up again as my fingers circle them. I drop my head back and sigh at the sensation that ripples though my body as I begin to roll my excited buds between my thumb and forefinger. Oh, how long has it been since I pleasured myself? Too long. I turn into the water, letting it pour over my face. Ribbons of hot water begin to trace the outside lines of my cleanly shaven pussy. My pussy. I love the way that sounds. It’s dirty and sexy all at once. My pussy. I arch my back slightly so the water has a more direct path to my pussy. My hands gravitate to the center of my body, pressing against my erect nipples and reveling in the smooth skin of my tummy on their way down. Expert fingers find the satiny smooth skin of my shaved erogenous zone. I lift my leg, placing my foot on the tub’s edge.
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