I love being a woman. Soft skin, rounded curves, firm and yielding at the same time.
Some mornings, when I first wake up, I cup my breasts, feeling their weight, stroking the rounded underside.
I admire my dark pink nipples, teasing them to tight peaks with my fingers.
My hands wander from one to the other, up my neck, across my collarbone, and back down again.
I gently squeeze my right breast, tweaking a nipple.
Sometimes, I lay in bed and stroke and pinch one nipple and then the next, letting the sensations race through my body.
The other hand often runs down my torso, across my hip, luxuriating in feel of my hip bone and my ass. Rarely, my hand finds my mound, stroking the soft, bare skin, before floating up my stomach to find my soft, round breast again.
My softness comforts me in the dark of the quiet morning.
I like the softness of my body as well. My touching tends to be an unconscious thing. Stroking my stomach, my thighs, across my chest. It’s odd sometimes.
Mine was unconscious, too…until I paid attention…when I was still with him, it was a very unconscious thing because all of that was permission-based…now, it’s becoming more deliberate…
I know exactly what you mean. I love this play of soft touch and warm skin too, at night, before falling asleep. Letting my mind free, enjoying a myriad of fantasies, inner dreams dancing with the feel of my body.
At night, in the morning…it’s comforting whenever I do it…
Kayla,
And sunlight dappling over you as it flows through leaves swaying in the breeze when you lay in the forest.
RR
That is a beautiful thought…I had to go back and re-read this post…I was feeling very dreamy that day…I should feel dreamy more often…
This delicacy a millimeter away wisps towards us as we imagine.