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.