I wake up every morning, stretch my legs and toes, roll over on my back, arch like a cat, and stroke my pussy. Lazily, slowly petting myself.
I step into the shower and slide my finger into my own wetness – once, twice, three times, and I stop.
I dry off and pull on a lacy thong, making sure it sits snugly in my ass and over my pussy, pulling it against my clit.
I walk into my bedroom and stare at my thighs, my breasts, myself in the mirror, marveling at such an imperfect body capable of so much pleasure.
At the end of the day, I workout for 45 minutes or longer, feeling my thong press further into my cunt.
As I undress for my shower, sweat dripping from my hair, down my neck, and across my breasts, I remove my thong and inhale the scent of my personal fragrance soaked in throughout the day.
Back in the shower, I stroke my soap-covered pussy, luxuriating in the softness of skin and bubbles. My hand lingers, anticipating what is to come later. My eyes close and I sigh as the water hits me, rinsing off the bubbles, adding to the moisture pooling between my legs.
When I lay down in bed, I pull off soft panties, find my release, and fall asleep – ready to begin the process again tomorrow.
This makes me want to workout more. Motivation can be found anywhere 🙂
If I helped someone become more motivated on *any* level than my job here is done…lol