I carve out a tiny space of time thatís just
for me each week; a sliver of indulgent time just for myself. I can feel
the chaos of my busy day start to dissipate as I climb up the stairs and
begin to shed pieces of my tired clothes. As my hand reaches for the
door knob of the bathroom door, I let out a little sigh and shake my
shoulder length hair free from the binding, tight elastic band. My
aching bare feet feel the cool white tile on the floor, and the soft
sound of the lock as it gently hammers into place sends an unexpected
chill down my spine.
I slowly un-ravel the long silver chain from around the faucet, and
place its anticipated tethered plug snugly into the hole of the drain. I
turn the hot and cold spigots on and hear the pipes wrench a strong and
forceful stream up from below. I stand back and watch as the bathtub
begins filling up with warm and cleansing water.
I unzip my pants and wriggle out of my panties. I run my fingers through
the hairs of my full bush before dipping my index finger into the cleft
of my steadily beating clit. Another sigh escapes from my once parched
lips.I stretch my arms up high and over my head before undoing the last
few buttons on my shirt. Lastly, I unclasp my bra and let it fall to the
floor, freeing my breasts and erect nipples. I glance down at my bra
staring up at me along with my other clothes, like flags of surrender.
I open the linen closet door and look onto a sea of linens and bathroom
cleaners. My pulse rate quickens once I glimpse my vibratorís silver
case winking at me with confidence. I blush at its boldness. I blush at
my own need, before grasping it and setting it in the soap dish cradle,
like a baby. On my knees, I add tiny droplets of scented oil into the
whirling water. I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I can almost
feel myself leaving my body, transported to another place far, far away
from the stressors of the day, and from the week. Next, I light the
three candles that sit patiently around the ceramic tubís perimeter and
the light flickers against the vibratorís case.
I see you. I know youíre thereĒ I whisper affectionately to my vibe.
Slowly, I ease into the bathtub and feel the waterís softness move over
my body. I stretch out my legs and lean my head back, closing my eyes
and begin to relax and enjoy this precious time for myself. My clit
pings with steady insistence. I reach for the vibrator, gently removing
the top and turning it on. Instantly I feel the steady, quiet, but
strong reverberating pulse in my finger tips. I lift my legs up and over
the side of the tub and push my lower half up and out of the water. The
water sloshes and stirs with my movements, and my bush is fully exposed,
soaked and dripping wet. I open my legs wider. First, I run the
vibrating tip back and forth across my belly before gliding its
sensations along the insides of my thighs. Iím purposely teasing my
suffering clit unmercifully. Finally, I spread my pussy lips with my
other hand and press the tingling vibrating tip onto my pounding clit.
The pulsations spread quickly into my core and Iím feeling the first
tremors of orgasm. The building pleasure continues and once again I
close my eyes just as my clit explodes, sending tidal waves of pleasure
over me. I gasp and moan in blissful release. The water slops and slips
around my convulsing body.
As the last pleasurable thrill moves over me, I know my alone time will
be ending soon. This quiet escape is only temporary; a blip on the radar
screen of my busy life. And already I canít help but start plotting out
next weekís alone time escapeĒ