Crimson Curves, Silent Plea

The Saturday sun streamed through the living room windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air as I wrestled with packing boxes. I was moving, a fresh start beckoning, but right now, all I felt was the lingering ache of a few days without release. My body screamed for attention, a primal need demanding satisfaction. I’d chosen to shed most of my clothing – a tight, scarlet racerback tank and pale gray silk panties that barely clung to my hips, showcasing the generous curve of my backside. The thought of strong hands tracing the line of my ass, finding just the right spot to tease and possess, sent shivers down my spine.

As I bent to lift a particularly heavy box, my reflection caught my eye in the panoramic windows. I pulled my long, dark brown hair back into a high ponytail, a brief act of control before letting it cascade down my back in loose, sensual waves. The light emphasized my features – high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and full lips that seemed to beg for a kiss. A sense of anticipation built within me, a tingling awareness that demanded immediate attention.

I made my way to the bathroom, seeking solace and self-discovery in the mirrored confines. Closing the door behind me, I stood before the glass, a silent conversation with my own body. With deliberate movements, I pulled the red tank over my head, letting my hair spill over my nipples. They were already perky and erect, a vibrant testament to my arousal, and I savored the sight, letting my eyes trace the smooth expanse of my stomach and the supple curve of my vulva. The sensation of moisture gathering on my inner thighs was undeniable, a sweet prelude to the pleasure to come.

The air hung thick with anticipation as I stepped into the pebble-floored shower, the scent of lemon-scented soap filling my nostrils. The water cascaded over me, cool and refreshing, washing away the lingering sweat of the move. I grabbed my coconut shampoo, tilting my head back to lather my hair thoroughly, allowing the excess to run down my body in glistening rivulets. The rhythmic sound of the shampoo mixing with the water was a soothing balm to my senses.

My body was responding, and I knew I couldn't delay any longer. Reaching for the shower head, I separated the nozzles, selecting the handheld sprayer. Holding it in my right hand, I guided it towards my clitoris, which was already throbbing with a desperate need. Beginning with gentle, teasing strokes, I began to explore the sensitive area, letting the water trickle over my skin, amplifying the sensations. Moans escaped my lips involuntarily as my body tensed, anticipating the inevitable.

“Ahhhhh… ahhhhh… ahhhhhhh… ahhhhhhh, fuck me,” I whispered, my voice barely audible above the sound of the water. The fantasy of my husband joining me in this moment, his strong hands caressing my body, his lips exploring every inch of my skin, fueled my desires. I imagined his hands on me, his lips too, his mouth sucking my juices, sucking my breast. I wanted to pleasure him, to stroke his cock, then get on my knees and suck him with water running over us before making love to his entire body. The thought made my breath catch in my throat, intensifying the heat that radiated through my core.

“Ahhhhhh… ahhhhhh!” I cried out, pushing deeper into the pleasure. The glass shower door fogged with the intensity of my arousal, obscuring my reflection but not the feeling. I reached out, grabbing the glass, streaking it downward with my hand as I struggled to maintain balance while thrusting the handheld sprayer in circular motions. My body was a furnace, every nerve ending alight with anticipation.

Moaning, “Ahhhhh… ahhhhhh…” I fantasized about my husband here with me, experiencing this moment. The pressure increased, and I realized there must be a way to increase the water flow. Reaching up to the back of the wall, I ran my hand along the surface, locating the button that controlled the water pressure. With a decisive click, the flow intensified, becoming a torrent of cool water that exploded against my clitoris.

“Ahhhhh… I want you inside of me!” I yelled, the sound raw and primal. Pushing the sprayer further down, I plunged the water deep into my glory hole, losing myself in the sensation. The world narrowed to this one point of intense pleasure, my body vibrating with the force of my arousal. My muscles clenched, and I lost my balance, leaning forward slightly as I let out a loud, half-laughing, half-moaning cry of relief.

Smiling, I looked down at my legs, shaking with the intensity of the orgasm. Cum flowed down my thighs, washing away the water and carrying with it the remnants of my pleasure. I wished so badly he was here with me to clean me up. My body felt utterly spent, yet completely satisfied, a testament to the power of touch and desire.

"I want you inside of me!" I exclaimed again, using my most seductive voice. Continuing to thrust my hips as if I were engaging in a passionate encounter, I continued to cum. I squirted everywhere! The force of the water was overwhelming, and I lost all sense of control, surrendering to the sensation.

My body began to shake uncontrollably as my abs tightened, and I lost my footing, collapsing slightly against the shower wall. A loud, involuntary half-laugh-half-moan escaped my lips, a sign of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Looking down at my legs, I witnessed the final release, the warm, salty fluid flowing down my thighs, carried away by the relentless torrent of water.

I felt an overwhelming urge to pleasure him daily, to meet all of his needs, whatever they may be in life. The thought of our shared intimacy, our intertwined bodies, filled me with a sense of longing and excitement. I trust and feel safe with him and can’t wait to share all of my fantasies and desires.

I love knowing my body so well and what it needs. The experience left me feeling refreshed, revitalized, and deeply connected to my own sensuality. Happy Saturday to me!… and now happy day to you! The scent of lemon lingered in the air, a reminder of the exquisite pleasure I had just experienced. As I stepped out of the shower, feeling light and free, I knew that this move, this new chapter in my life, would be filled with passion, desire, and the intoxicating joy of surrendering to the moment.

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