Little Indulgences in a Busy World

Like many of you, it's not often that I get to truly indulge in hours of uninterrupted sex play, or hours of relax-time for that matter. I've found that if I'm going to have any "unnecessary" (though well deserved!) treats, I have to squeeze them in during other, more mundane daily tasks. Add to these stolen moments a bit of "uncalled for" sensuality, and I might just get myself worked up enough during the day to want a little lusty relief come bedtime.

To this end my little indulgences act as mini-auto-erotic-foreplay-techniques. My husband isn't involved and my fantasies do a lot of the work, but ultimately he gets to enjoy an surprisingly turned-on wife in the evening.

One of the easiest (and my favorite) way to bring a little sexy into my life is during my shower. No, it's not what you're thinking - the "massaging" shower head is not involved - OK, maybe sometimes it's involved - Of course it's better when it's involved - But I digress! (Ahem)

I'm talking about the soap! I know most people don't really care what soap they use, and usually grab the cheapest one in the supermarket by default as they scramble around to find the eggs...But not me. I take my time with soap. I go to specialty stores that make creamy, lathery, delicious blends of the yummiest scents. In particular I choose ones that smell like men, heady, musky, dark...

That way when I'm in the shower at 6 AM, still half-asleep in my dream-like world, not yet stressed with thoughts of the upcoming day or my responsibilities...I wrap myself up in steaming hot water. I close my eyes and pay attention to the way it feels cascading over my shoulders, down my breasts, between my thighs...And then - only then - do I reach for the soap. It's like the chocolate fudge on a sinful bowl of ice cream. It's what makes it all worth while.

As soon as the soap mixes with the water, and the lather begins to build, slippery and warm between my fingers, I am rewarded with a burst of masculine scent that captivates my sleepy mind and steers it in one wicked direction after another. Rubbing the rich soap into my skin, over my most sensitive parts, is like wrapping myself up in a man's arms, his kisses...It's easy to imagine a lover's silky tongue instead of my own fingers, burying my face against his neck and inhaling deeply of his cologne...Taking the scent into my body as he consumes me inside and out...

But then, in moments that seem too fleeting, the soap begins to wash away. My little indulgence slips as the milky suds slide down the drain. Sometimes I'm breathless with desire, forlorn to see my secret sensuality spinning around my feet and disappearing into the abyss...And on those mornings, when the night seems like an eternity away, when I'm aching to be played with, needing to overwhelmed...

I sadly reach out to turn off the massaging fingers of my lover, glance up at the source of his caresses...and pause. Knowingly I smile, and unhinge the shower-head...

Some showers are better than others.

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