-Untitled- With Love
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,865
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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-Untitled- With Love
Author: eeyore87
Title: -Untitled- With Love
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: This story contains graphic sexual actions, including SoloF (This is an email I sent my bf.)
Author's Comments: Please Review!
I head downstairs for some alone time in the shower, gathering up my shampoo, body lotion and a change of clothes. Walking to the bathroom through my mom's bedroom, I lock her bedroom door and enter the bathroom, locking the second door to insure my privacy.
Opening the shower door I turn the knob and feel the hot water come streaming out, beading over my lightly tanned arm. I shut the shower door and turn to the sink, watching myself in the mirror as I let my hair down, out of it's messy bun, and take off my glasses.
I lift my shirt, tossing it to the corner of the small room, no rush but no need to take it slow. Lowering my pants and adding them to the pile. I turn to my side, looking over my body, sucking in my stomach and wishing I could lose those 'extra' pounds I'm not so fond of. My hands move to the middle of my back, unhooking the strap and sliding the fabric of my bra off my shoulders, adding to my pile of clothes before lowering my panties to the floor and walking to the shower.
Every time I enter a shower I think of you, I flash back to that day in your room, laying on your bed watching as you got the small white shower ready of us. Loving how beautiful you look when your soaking wet, remembering how small I felt standing naked next to you, the warmth of your skin and the water running down my figure. I've measured that shower downstairs, it's bigger then the ones at school, but not by much.
I close my eyes, resting my back against the wall, feeling the warm water beating against my skin, letting out a soft sigh, as my hands push my hair back, feeling the wet silk under my fingers then moving down over my chest. I wish you could be here. I look out the glass shower door, the door between the bathroom and mom's bedroom is cracked a little, a signal I would leave to you if we lived together, to join me under the water.
My eyes close as I imagine what it would be like, how you would walk through the door, walking past the shower and adding your clothes to my pile. When you open the door a rush of cool air would hit it. I wake up from my dream as the water starts to get cold. I turn up the temp, and get hit by a rush of hot water. Letting my body get used to the new heat, my hands roam my body.
Fingers tracing over my hip, over the valley between my breast, over my neck, between my thighs. I moan lightly, shifting my weight slightly as I sink lower in the shower, my legs parting slightly to let one hand between them. My finger finds my clit, feeling the raised nub, knowing it was caused by you, just the memory of you does that to me. The pad of my thumb brushes over the bundle of nerves as my middle and pointer finger part my lips.
Ring and middle fingers slip inside, feeling the warmth and soft skin, moaning lightly as my fingers take on a mind of their own, reliving memories of your fingers inside me. My body presses against the wall, wishing it could be you, that I could rest my head on your shoulder as I bite my lip. Looking up at you as your fingers brush against my g-spot, pressing hard against it, causing my knees to go weak.
I move lower, sitting on the floor of the shower, unable to stand anymore. My fingers move faster and harder inside me, my heart pounds and my breath slows. My walls tighten around my small fingers, and I let out a deep sigh. It's not the same. I stand after a moment, turning the water to cold, knowing even that doesn't stop my need for you.
Washing and leaving the stall, I dress. Imagining your clothes are in the pile with mine, picturing you in the next room, a towel around your waist, waiting for me to join you. I sigh again, knowing it's not true as I leave the room, heading back upstairs to my room, praying you're online. I can't wait until we're together again.
Title: -Untitled- With Love
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: This story contains graphic sexual actions, including SoloF (This is an email I sent my bf.)
Author's Comments: Please Review!
I head downstairs for some alone time in the shower, gathering up my shampoo, body lotion and a change of clothes. Walking to the bathroom through my mom's bedroom, I lock her bedroom door and enter the bathroom, locking the second door to insure my privacy.
Opening the shower door I turn the knob and feel the hot water come streaming out, beading over my lightly tanned arm. I shut the shower door and turn to the sink, watching myself in the mirror as I let my hair down, out of it's messy bun, and take off my glasses.
I lift my shirt, tossing it to the corner of the small room, no rush but no need to take it slow. Lowering my pants and adding them to the pile. I turn to my side, looking over my body, sucking in my stomach and wishing I could lose those 'extra' pounds I'm not so fond of. My hands move to the middle of my back, unhooking the strap and sliding the fabric of my bra off my shoulders, adding to my pile of clothes before lowering my panties to the floor and walking to the shower.
Every time I enter a shower I think of you, I flash back to that day in your room, laying on your bed watching as you got the small white shower ready of us. Loving how beautiful you look when your soaking wet, remembering how small I felt standing naked next to you, the warmth of your skin and the water running down my figure. I've measured that shower downstairs, it's bigger then the ones at school, but not by much.
I close my eyes, resting my back against the wall, feeling the warm water beating against my skin, letting out a soft sigh, as my hands push my hair back, feeling the wet silk under my fingers then moving down over my chest. I wish you could be here. I look out the glass shower door, the door between the bathroom and mom's bedroom is cracked a little, a signal I would leave to you if we lived together, to join me under the water.
My eyes close as I imagine what it would be like, how you would walk through the door, walking past the shower and adding your clothes to my pile. When you open the door a rush of cool air would hit it. I wake up from my dream as the water starts to get cold. I turn up the temp, and get hit by a rush of hot water. Letting my body get used to the new heat, my hands roam my body.
Fingers tracing over my hip, over the valley between my breast, over my neck, between my thighs. I moan lightly, shifting my weight slightly as I sink lower in the shower, my legs parting slightly to let one hand between them. My finger finds my clit, feeling the raised nub, knowing it was caused by you, just the memory of you does that to me. The pad of my thumb brushes over the bundle of nerves as my middle and pointer finger part my lips.
Ring and middle fingers slip inside, feeling the warmth and soft skin, moaning lightly as my fingers take on a mind of their own, reliving memories of your fingers inside me. My body presses against the wall, wishing it could be you, that I could rest my head on your shoulder as I bite my lip. Looking up at you as your fingers brush against my g-spot, pressing hard against it, causing my knees to go weak.
I move lower, sitting on the floor of the shower, unable to stand anymore. My fingers move faster and harder inside me, my heart pounds and my breath slows. My walls tighten around my small fingers, and I let out a deep sigh. It's not the same. I stand after a moment, turning the water to cold, knowing even that doesn't stop my need for you.
Washing and leaving the stall, I dress. Imagining your clothes are in the pile with mine, picturing you in the next room, a towel around your waist, waiting for me to join you. I sigh again, knowing it's not true as I leave the room, heading back upstairs to my room, praying you're online. I can't wait until we're together again.