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Speaker 3: The house is unusually quiet tonight, and the stillness wraps
Speaker 3: around me like a warm blanket as I turn on
Speaker 3: the tap and fill the bath. No kids, no partner,
Speaker 3: just me and some much needed time to myself. My
Speaker 3: favorite candle, already lit, crackles on the vanity, filling the
Speaker 3: room with the scent of a burnt caramel and vanilla.
Speaker 3: Thick and heady, soft strains of my self care playlist
Speaker 3: to drift through my speaker. As the rushing water fills
Speaker 3: the tub and steam kisses my skin, I take a
Speaker 3: deep breath in and sigh out, feeling the stress of
Speaker 3: the day begin to leave my muscles. I slip out
Speaker 3: of my clothes, letting them fall to the floor. Savoring
Speaker 3: the caress of the steam wrapping around my bare skin,
Speaker 3: I gently pad over to the bath and lay my
Speaker 3: vibrator on the edge, dipping my toes into the water.
Speaker 3: I revel in the delicious heat as I slowly lower
Speaker 3: myself into the dup. The warmth envelops me, caressing every
Speaker 3: curve and plane of my body. As I sink deeper,
Speaker 3: another contented sigh leaves my lips, and a smile lifts
Speaker 3: the corners of my mouth. As the tension in my
Speaker 3: muscles begin to melt into the delicious heat of the water.
Speaker 3: My hands glide slowly over my soft skin, trailing droplets
Speaker 3: in their wake. The water amplifies every sensation as I
Speaker 3: trace lazy circles across my collar bone, inching down to
Speaker 3: the swell of my breasts. My fingertips drags softly on
Speaker 3: the sensitive flesh there As I circle closer and closer
Speaker 3: to my nipples. At my touch, they harden, sending a
Speaker 3: shiver of pleasure my spine, and a pulse jolts through
Speaker 3: my core. I cup my breasts, kneading gently as I
Speaker 3: arch into my own caress. The water laps at my skin,
Speaker 3: heightening my arousal and my breath quickens as I drag
Speaker 3: my fingers lower, skimming over my ribs and abdomen. As
Speaker 3: my fingers creep downwards, I slowly part my thighs, letting
Speaker 3: the water rush between them. My fingers dip lower, grazing
Speaker 3: the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I'm already slick
Speaker 3: with arousal as I run my fingers down my slit,
Speaker 3: dipping it just inside to trace feather light circles around
Speaker 3: my cld, building the tension exquisitely. Slowly, I slowly drag
Speaker 3: my finger from my clid, sliding it inside me, feeling
Speaker 3: the warmth and softness tightening around it. The sensation is
Speaker 3: electric and drags a low moan from my lips. Panic
Speaker 3: grips me for a second until I remember I'm alone.
Speaker 3: There's no one here to hear my pleasure. I can
Speaker 3: make as much noise as I want. I add a
Speaker 3: second finger, feeling the gentle resistance give way as I
Speaker 3: curl them slightly, exploring with deliberate teasing strokes, soft sighs,
Speaker 3: and gasps. My other hand continues to tease my breasts
Speaker 3: pinching and rolling my nipp pulse, sending sparks of pleasure
Speaker 3: coursing through me. I increase the pace, the water sloshing gently,
Speaker 3: lapping at my skin gently as I rock my hips,
Speaker 3: meeting the thrusts of my fingers. I close my eyes,
Speaker 3: wondering what it would be like to have someone standing
Speaker 3: at the end of the bath watching me, wanting me
Speaker 3: a lover, a partner. All they want from me is
Speaker 3: to see me find my own pleasure, to send myself
Speaker 3: over the brink. At this thought, tension begins to build faster,
Speaker 3: a delicious pressure, coiling tighter and tighter low in my belly.
Speaker 3: The water moves around me in gentle waves as I
Speaker 3: rock my hand, gently caressing my skin. My fingers move faster,
Speaker 3: dipping in and out with practiced precision. I brush my
Speaker 3: thumb over my click, circling it with firm, insistent strokes.
Speaker 3: Pleasure washes through me in waves, building higher and higher
Speaker 3: with each passing moment. My head falls back, resting against
Speaker 3: the edge of the tub as I imagine them stepping closer,
Speaker 3: sitting on the edge of the tub, watching me. As
Speaker 3: I moan under my own touch, my fingers a slick
Speaker 3: inside me, my own wetness, turning me on more. The
Speaker 3: candle flickers, casting dancing shadows across the steamy bathroom. As
Speaker 3: I ride in the tub, and I curl my fingers again,
Speaker 3: finding that perfect spot inside me. My breasts peak above
Speaker 3: the waterline, the cool night air, a sensuous grab to
Speaker 3: the warmth of the water. A breathy moan escapes my lips.
Speaker 3: My hips rock faster, chasing that elusive peak. Water sloshes
Speaker 3: over the edge of the tub. But I'm too close
Speaker 3: to my orgasm to care. Oh God, I gasp, my
Speaker 3: voice echoing off the tiled walls. The tension inside me
Speaker 3: coils tighter, every muscle in my body tight as a spring.
Speaker 3: My fingers work frantically, now thrusting deeper, circling my clip
Speaker 3: with desperate intensity. I'm so close, Teetering on the edge
Speaker 3: of release. With one hand, I reach for my vibrator,
Speaker 3: fumbling slightly in my eagerness. The smooth silicon feels cool
Speaker 3: against my flushed skin as I switch it on. The
Speaker 3: low hum barely audible over my raged breath trail. The
Speaker 3: buzzing toy slowly down my body, shuddering as I drag
Speaker 3: it over my peaked nipples. They harden further, and I
Speaker 3: writhe on my fingers, still deep inside, keeping me on
Speaker 3: the edge of climax. I run the buzzing toy down
Speaker 3: into the water, and the sound turns to a barely
Speaker 3: audible hum as I trail it down my stomach slowly,
Speaker 3: finally stopping to hover over that sweet spot before positioning
Speaker 3: it against my swollen clit. I gasp at the sudden
Speaker 3: intensity the vibrations, sending shock waves coursing through me, the
Speaker 3: water lapping at my body. I cry out, my back
Speaker 3: arching and my orgasm draws closer. My hips buck wildly,
Speaker 3: and I bite my lip, barely muffling a moan. As
Speaker 3: the vibrations ripple through me, I increase the vibrator's intensity,
Speaker 3: pressing it more firmly against my swollen, throbbing clit. The
Speaker 3: coil of tension inside me winds impossibly tight as I
Speaker 3: chase my release. I'm panting now, trembling, teetering on the
Speaker 3: edge of my orgasm. The vibrator hums against my clip
Speaker 3: as my fingers curl thrust stroke, hitting that perfect spot
Speaker 3: with each movement. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God. Suddenly
Speaker 3: the coil of tension snaps. I cry out, my back
Speaker 3: arching as waves of ecstasy crash over me. My inner
Speaker 3: walls clench rhythmically around my fingers as I come pulsing
Speaker 3: with each wave of my orgasm. The vibrator amplifies every sensation,
Speaker 3: drawing out my climax. As I writhe the water splashing
Speaker 3: over the edge of the bath tub, but I don't care,
Speaker 3: don't notice, as my toes curl and my thighs tremble,
Speaker 3: and my climax crashes into me. As the last waves
Speaker 3: of pleasure ripple through me, I slowly remove my fingers
Speaker 3: and switch off the vibrator, let it slip into the
Speaker 3: water beside me. My body feels boneless, utterly relaxed as
Speaker 3: I sink deeper into the warm tub, letting the water
Speaker 3: caress my curves, kiss my skin. The candle flickers, it's
Speaker 3: soft light dancing across the steamy bathroom. As I catch
Speaker 3: my breath, I tray all my fingers lazily through the water,
Speaker 3: savoring the after glow and listening to the gentle lapping
Speaker 3: of the water and my own slowing heartbeat. I sigh
Speaker 3: deep and contented, and my mind drifts to the second
Speaker 3: most important part of my night alone, What do I
Speaker 3: want for dinner?