I lather the soap into my breasts.
Rubbing the firm round moons.
I feel no arousal; this is my routine.
I swerve down my tummy, I feel
goosebumps starting to ignite. My
body shivers. I still feel calm as I
clean myself off. I reach into my
valley, and soothe my clit and feel
a moan escape my throat.

Desire blooms like the morning sun.
I press up against the shower wall,
and I feel my body corrode into mocules
of want, of need. I feverishly rub myself
feeling my cum drizzle down my legs like
rain. I press myself further into the wall
imaginging you are here. I wish you were
here to watch me.

To stare deeply into my pores, to steal my
soul and make me burn with desire. My pace
quickens, my heart stutters. I lean forward
and touch my hand to the ground. Placing
my fingers deep inside my ass. Roaming as
I imagine you fucking me like this. Pushing
your aching, your wanting, your needing into
my tight hot spot. I whimper. Feeling more
soaked by my cum.

It seems wetter, hotter, nastier, purer to feel
my juices run free. I let out soft pants trying
to hold my excitement in. Trying to keep from
tumbling down into tIhe well of ecstasy where
i'll never come back again. I can imagine your
palms on my ass cheeks, pinching them. Fondling.
Weighing your options as you stroke hard and
fast.

And roll your hips slow and sturdy. My head begins
spinning only you make sin feel like art. Only you
make me feel like I'm a slut. I lean my shoulder against
the wall and press my cheek onto the sweat soaked
barrier, and I place my other hand into my depths.
I rove faster and harder, needier. Dirtier. Feeling my
knees shudder underneath this excitement.

I'm so hot. So, god damn hot that I'm burning to a fever.
I'm screaming out for you to be here riding me like
my emotions aren't real. My thighs burn with my passion.
My body shakes and trembles. I cry out your name in
whimpery moans. Slowing and spinning faster. I wish
to clamp my nipples, to pull my clit into the bite of
the snake.

I feel my last orgasm as I imagine your hot seed
penetrating me everywhere at once. I want to grow
sticky, to grow dirtier, even in this shower. So, I
can feel that I pushed you to the limits. I leave my
hands docile at my opened Eden. Feeling rivulets
stream down my legs. My eyes are squeezed tightly.
Why do you do this too me?

Why does every thought consist of me bending
to your will. I smirk and climax once more.

Knowing I damn well wanted it this way.

Fucked.



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