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Authors: Ava May
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when she needed it.
But Jack had shown her what she wanted. Somehow, even though they barely knew each other, he had found all her sweetest spots and given her more pleasure than she could handle. Just thinking about it made her heart flutter and her skin tingle... she thought about him often.
One night she drew herself a bath and breathed in deeply as the scent of her lavender shampoo filled the room. She lit a few small vanilla candles, which gave the room a romantic glow. When she closed her eyes, she could imagine Jack coming up behind her, wrapping his big strong arms around her waist, drawing her into him and enveloping her in his warmth. Her attraction to him was so strong that she could swear he was in the room with her, but when she opened her eyes she only saw emptiness.
Part of her hated him for the way he treated her and moved on without a second thought. She hated herself for being so entrenched in her attraction of him, for he was always on her mind. Even when she tried to push him out, it only made his grip over her stronger.
She sighed and ran her fingers down her chest, tickling the soft skin that plunged down into her cleavage. She looked at herself in the mirror and slipped away her silk robe, slowly exposing her naked flesh inch by inch until the robe fell to the floor and she was completely naked. The bath rumbled as the warm water cascaded from the faucet into the tub. The hot steam swirled up into the room and she could feel the air sizzle with heat. Her breaths became deeper as she watched her reflection disappear into the fine mist that clouded the glass. Jack had awoken a sexual energy inside her that had never been tapped before, and when she looked at her reflection, she saw a sensual being, dripping with erotic electricity, until it was completely consumed by the steam.
Her skin tingled in the warmth, and as she traced her hands around her body, she could feel the drops of sweat bloom on her skin. A smile curled on her lips, playful and wicked, as she gracefully walked around the bathroom enjoying the splendor of her nudity. Her hair flowed down her shoulders and she stretched her arms out, as if to give herself over to the heat. In the background, the candles flickered and the wax dripped down.
She turned to check on the bath and perched herself on the cool porcelain edge, which felt smooth against her thighs. Reaching down, she submerged her hand down to the wrist. The water was a perfect temperature, and it dripped down as she withdrew her hand. She swung her legs around the side of the bath and lowered herself in, watching the water creep up her body. It made her slender legs shine, before curling around her inner thighs, making everything feel warm and safe; then the water ran up her stomach and over her breasts. Only her hard nipples poked out, exposed to the cold air. Her hair was weighted down with the water and flowed around her freely. The water tickled the edge of her face and she remained there for a moment, then closed her eyes and descended completely under the surface of the water, enjoying the sensation of weightlessness.
When she emerged and rested against the edge of the bath the water rippled away from her, and the drops fell into her mouth as she gulped in air. She wiped the water away from her eyes and then let her body settle into the water, allowing herself to be carried along by its gentle rhythm. Her arms languidly rested along the edge of the bath as Scarlett relaxed, letting all the stress ooze out of her body. All she needed was a strong, hot man to massage her aching muscles and things would be perfect.
As she lay in the bath, she closed her eyes once more and drew in deep breaths, letting the warm air slip through her full lips. In her mind, she imagined the door opening. She'd turn her head slightly, twisting it so that her ear rested against the water, allowing her eyes to watch Jack as he walked into the room. He'd be wearing his suit. He'd walk in without
But Jack had shown her what she wanted. Somehow, even though they barely knew each other, he had found all her sweetest spots and given her more pleasure than she could handle. Just thinking about it made her heart flutter and her skin tingle... she thought about him often.
One night she drew herself a bath and breathed in deeply as the scent of her lavender shampoo filled the room. She lit a few small vanilla candles, which gave the room a romantic glow. When she closed her eyes, she could imagine Jack coming up behind her, wrapping his big strong arms around her waist, drawing her into him and enveloping her in his warmth. Her attraction to him was so strong that she could swear he was in the room with her, but when she opened her eyes she only saw emptiness.
Part of her hated him for the way he treated her and moved on without a second thought. She hated herself for being so entrenched in her attraction of him, for he was always on her mind. Even when she tried to push him out, it only made his grip over her stronger.
She sighed and ran her fingers down her chest, tickling the soft skin that plunged down into her cleavage. She looked at herself in the mirror and slipped away her silk robe, slowly exposing her naked flesh inch by inch until the robe fell to the floor and she was completely naked. The bath rumbled as the warm water cascaded from the faucet into the tub. The hot steam swirled up into the room and she could feel the air sizzle with heat. Her breaths became deeper as she watched her reflection disappear into the fine mist that clouded the glass. Jack had awoken a sexual energy inside her that had never been tapped before, and when she looked at her reflection, she saw a sensual being, dripping with erotic electricity, until it was completely consumed by the steam.
Her skin tingled in the warmth, and as she traced her hands around her body, she could feel the drops of sweat bloom on her skin. A smile curled on her lips, playful and wicked, as she gracefully walked around the bathroom enjoying the splendor of her nudity. Her hair flowed down her shoulders and she stretched her arms out, as if to give herself over to the heat. In the background, the candles flickered and the wax dripped down.
She turned to check on the bath and perched herself on the cool porcelain edge, which felt smooth against her thighs. Reaching down, she submerged her hand down to the wrist. The water was a perfect temperature, and it dripped down as she withdrew her hand. She swung her legs around the side of the bath and lowered herself in, watching the water creep up her body. It made her slender legs shine, before curling around her inner thighs, making everything feel warm and safe; then the water ran up her stomach and over her breasts. Only her hard nipples poked out, exposed to the cold air. Her hair was weighted down with the water and flowed around her freely. The water tickled the edge of her face and she remained there for a moment, then closed her eyes and descended completely under the surface of the water, enjoying the sensation of weightlessness.
When she emerged and rested against the edge of the bath the water rippled away from her, and the drops fell into her mouth as she gulped in air. She wiped the water away from her eyes and then let her body settle into the water, allowing herself to be carried along by its gentle rhythm. Her arms languidly rested along the edge of the bath as Scarlett relaxed, letting all the stress ooze out of her body. All she needed was a strong, hot man to massage her aching muscles and things would be perfect.
As she lay in the bath, she closed her eyes once more and drew in deep breaths, letting the warm air slip through her full lips. In her mind, she imagined the door opening. She'd turn her head slightly, twisting it so that her ear rested against the water, allowing her eyes to watch Jack as he walked into the room. He'd be wearing his suit. He'd walk in without
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