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aching slit.  My lips were hidden away, nestled in the plump flesh between my legs, but my fingers found the sensitive, wrinkled folds. 
     
    Holding my labia apart with my index and ring fingers, I used my middle digit to slowly rub the full length of my pussy, spiraling at my opening, then again at my clit.  Each time I teased my button, my entire body zapped with pleasure.  Before long, I was grinding my finger in slow circles on my engorged bud.  It took me right to the edge.
     
    My climax burst through me, like a hot, flushing sneeze.  I howled with ecstasy, rolling my head back over the rim of the bath, sending the damp face cloth slopping to the tiles below.  But it wasn’t enough.  I needed to be filled.
     
    Overtaken by the power of my desire, I kept working my clit with my thumb as I plunged two fingers into my slippery cunt.  The tingle of the versipelli spread deep inside me, which only heightened my lust.  I frigged myself with wild abandon, furiously rubbing at the front wall of my vagina, causing my G-spot to glow white hot.  I bucked and panted in the tub, water sloshing violently over the edge, until I was finally rocked by another intense, heaving orgasm. 
     
    Laying there, completely spent, with my temple resting against the cool porcelain rim of the tub, gentle waves of water lapped against my chin as I fought to regain my breath.  The afterglow of my release embraced me in the warm, tingling liquid, and I felt my raging lust slowly subside.
     
    Pulling the plug, I carefully lifted myself up and stepped out onto the drowned mat.  I hugged a fluffy, white bath sheet around my body, burying my chin in my chest.  The candle still flickered on the vanity, along with its reflection in the mirror.  The two glowing flames stared at me like piercing, unworldly eyes.  I looked up at my own, bright amber, and framed by thick, black lashes.  They glared back at me with smoldering intensity
     
    I roughly toweled my hair dry and brushed out the tangles.  The heavy, damp curls clung to my shoulder blades as I clasped my bra on backwards, spun it around and snapped on the straps.  I squeezed and bounced my full breasts into place, proudly smiling at how good they looked spilling out of my hands.  My panties though, made me cringe.  There was nothing alluring about the size eighteens I stretched up over my wide hips.
     
    Inspecting myself in the full length mirror in my bedroom, I wasn’t happy with anything I put on.  The shine of my leather motorcycle pants was hideous, to say nothing of the muffin top they gave me.  And my blue skinny jeans just made my legs look fat, especially where they came together halfway up my thighs.  After a lot of sighing, I ended up settling for a pair of black leggings. 
     
    “Oh, I just don’t know,” I whined to myself, smoothing down a black V-neck with three quarter sleeves.  I swapped it for a white t-shirt that covered everything, but it was nowhere near sexy enough.  I groaned through gritted teeth as I peeled it off and fished in my hamper for my burgundy tank top.
     
    Smelling it carefully, it wasn’t great, but it would have to do.  I peeled it on and flicked my long curls out the back.  My tits looked amazing.  They covered my tummy nicely, although my arms were a bit big.  I shrugged on my black, leather jacket and folded the collar into place under my hair.
     
    Regarding my reflection, I snorted a long sigh out through my nose.  As long as I focus on my cleavage , I thought.
     
    An intense feeling of anticipation interrupted me from my preening.  I stilled, focusing on the sensation.  My skin tingled, but it was different from the lasting effects of my versipelli bath.  It was definitely excitement I felt.  It was growing stronger.  And it wasn’t mine.
     
    “Connor,” I breathed, unable to keep the smile from my lips as I tongued his full name. Connor James Bellinger. I don’t know why I was able to sense him from so