Cascades of hot water falling eagerly on soft skin.
Luxurious bath lotion applied with silken cloth.
She stretches in content as the steam arises from
her body.Finished now, the cool air making her shiver slightly,
Nipples erect as she towels herself dry.
Humming a nameless tune, she applies make up and
runs a brush gently thru her hair.
Her time is her own...no need to hurry.With a smile, she lays out the clothing
Running her finger down its length.
The silky, smooth feel of
Lace and cotton, so soft.
So very soft.With a sigh of delight,
She pulls the shimmering fabric
Onto her body.
Pausing to let her hands gently
Glide along its length,
Reveling in the silken contact.She smiles in wonder, thinking
Now this is what it's like to be a woman.He comes home, tired from a long day at work.
Yearning for a sight of his beautiful wife,
Wondering why she is not there to kiss him.
He searchs, trying to follow the scent of perfume
lingering in the air.A soft noise from behind and he turns.
She is there!He can only gaze, seeing this vision before him.
Speechless in the beauty of a woman.
She smiles, and his weary body finds new strength,
exhaustion flowing away like an ocean tide.Coming together, he caress's her through the fabric
electrifying her skin with desire.
Igniting fires within both of them,
they slowly make thier way to the bedroom.He sighs, and she knows he's happy,
thankful for the homecoming welcome she gave him.
She sighs, and he knows she's happy,
that he still finds her very sensual and loving.And she thinks....
Now this is what it's like to be a woman...
being touched by the man she loves.
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