A Story For Her Sir, From An Anonymous Submissive…
I dropped my clothes just outside the door, practically melting from the steam as rose over the shower curtain. I began my usual ritual, of washing and shaving, making sure to keep “her” looking as nice as possible, before I grabbed my comb and sat down in the tub, letting the hot water hit my chest and tits, teasing my nipples just right. The water ran down my belly and across my hips as the bottom of the shower stream played havoc on my sweet spot. I closed my eyes and began brushing my freshly washed hair, enjoying the sensations dancing across my skin.
It wasn’t long until the though of you crept across my mind, the way you felt against my skin, your tender kisses along my pussy lips before you began to devour me like a man who hadn’t had a drink in a year, and I was your oasis. I tilted my head to the side only slightly knowing your hand would be at my neck in a possessive grip, sure to let me know that I was yours and yours alone, a soft moan escaping my parted lips.
I began to rock my hips forward and back matching the rhythm of your laps I could only feel in my dreams, leaning back against the tub, my breath coming harder and faster.
lost in my own thoughts of you, a sound from outside the bathroom made me jump, watching as the cat darted past the open door. “Damn cat” I muttered to myself.
I looked around the room not quite remembering what I was doing before you invaded my thoughts, only realizing that the brush was still in my hand behind my head, my other hand following behind it’s trail, feeling the silky clean hair. It dawned on me that I hadn’t lain a hand on myself, you were nowhere but my dreams, it was I, alone in my shower, but I was throbbing on the brink of release, only the shower still hitting my skin. I was about to change all that, and allow myself the release I so desperately craved when the alarm went off and it was time to start the day.
I groaned, putting my brush back on the ledge and pushing my flushed and aching body from the floor of the tub, a quick thought of you and mischievous smiled danced across my lips as I knew what I’d be doing later, turning off the water and stepping out.
Your Sir will be proud of you, no doubt. Such a hot, vivid story.
Technically this should count for Day 4 (Friday), and I think it’s fair since this person hasn’t done Days 1-3, so if you are actually competitive, ease up. This was more for a story than a game for her.