It had been many months since the demise of my last relationship, and the forced isolation it had brought was beginning to take its toll. It seems that when relationships end so do many friendships. I had thrown myself into my work at the local library, working long hours to escape the pain that was my constant companion. Earlier that evening I had watched a couple enter the library, their joy at living struck me hard. My inner voice queried me as to the value of my seclusion from the world. I came to the conclusion that my life needed to go on. I went on about my job the rest of the evening as my mind ticked away....tomorrow, my life must change . I am too young and too full of life to live as a reference librarian , whose only joy was musty copies of old magazines. That night as I filed the returns, I decided tomorrow, I must return to the world of the living and begin to enjoy all that it holds
As I returned to my apartment, I looked around. I promptly went to my bedroom and began to undress. As I began to unbutton the high necked blouse, one that a matron might wear .....my mind fluttered to the memory of the pleasure I used to take as I dressed in the sexy black and frilly things. As I shed the blouse and let it fall to the floor, I could see in the mirror the shiny satin of my bra and mused at how such an "old" blouse could contain such clothing. My hands fell to the zipper at the back of my A-line skirt and deftly lowered the fastener. As the skirt whispers to the floor, again I am taken aback as I gaze at the high cut panty of the same glistening material as the bra. To myself I ask, "how did I become this stranger?"
I pad off to the bathroom and draw a hot bath, adding scent to the water. As the bath fills, my bra and panties are flung to the hamper that sits in the corner. I stand in front of the full-length mirror that is the shower/tub door, gazing at my body--it has been too long since it has known pleasure. As I stand in front of the mirror...my hands begin to caress the flesh that once echoed such excitement and flush. I notice that my nipples grow hard as I stared at myself in the mirror, shadows of my former being struggling to come to the surface. My hand snakes down to the well-manicured mound caressing the skin that now burns with the need of human touch. As I slip into the bath and the warm, sweet water envelops me ...my eyes close and I remember the passion that this body once aroused in others. As I lay in the steaming bath I promise the person long hidden that she shall soon return . As the water-cools, I rise from the bath and towel myself off, taking great care to stroke each part of my body ...allowing them to come alive. As I walk out of the bathroom my head swims with excitement, tomorrow I will rejoin those who live . Turning back the sheets upon my king size bed and slipping my fragrant and naked body between the satin sheets, I drift off to sleep as my head remembers all that I am .
As I wake late in the day, I make some coffee and read the local newspaper ...there is a new bar opening tonight....I will go. I pad naked to my closet and open ....searching in the back for my "old " clothes. There in the back are my boots, my vinyl dresses and all my previous trappings. The trappings that made men stop and fantasize. I reach to the very back and retrieve the tight black latex dress, the one that hugs every curve of my amply endowed body. This should be perfect for the opening of the Dark Desires Bar. I select the boots that hug my thighs, the garter and stockings that will caress my thighs. Hanging them on the hook behind the door, I once again sway into the living room. I stretch my body out on the couch and begin the ritual of my manicure.... as my excitement grows for the night to come....I slowly transform myself from the librarian to the vixen.
I paint my nails a brilliant red, and as the polish dries my head falls back against the cushion ...remembering all the nights of passion that this body used to stir and will stir again tonight. My polish finally dried, I realize that there are still a few hours until the opening ..."what to do?" Once again my hands flutter to my freshly shaven mound, beginning to caress as I awaken my body. My fingers slip between my folds and capture my clit.... rubbing it lightly as I watch my nipples respond to the unseen touch. My fingers stroke lightly at my lips that thirst for pleasure.