Masturbation

Warm Bath

I have discovered there are few things in this world as sensuous as a warm bath...

My hair piled on top of my head, my wine glass perched carefully on the edge of the tub,

Steam pours from the water, billowing up. The scent of lavender fills the room.

I step into the tub, the warmth seeps into my pores.

I sink down, surrounded by wet heat.

Laying back, I close my eyes and sigh. The day drifts away, the worries silenced for a moment.

My hands drift over my skin, touching every spot imaginable,

Knees, calves, thighs, toes, stomach, arms, shoulders.

Tips of fingers dance over warm, wet skin.

I cannot decide which I crave more, the feeling under my fingertips or the trail of warmth my fingers leave behind.

I sit up and lean forward. My mouth finds wet skin, licking, nipping, anything to feel something.

My hands find my sweet-smelling mound. One finger dips in, tentatively, unsure in this element of water.

I find my g-spot and tap, tap, tap, until my hips move on their own, until my toes curl, until I gasp out my pleasure.

My cum mixes with the bathwater. I smile at the idea of soaking in my own juices.

A sip of wine, a pinched nipple, and I lay back to begin again.

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am an erotic author, sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, and an opinionated marketer. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

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