Speaker 1: It's Wednesday, September twenty fourth, in time for your daily fuck.
Speaker 1: The bathroom is a steamy candlelage sanctuary against the chaos
Speaker 1: of the outside world. I've been soaking for half an hour,
Speaker 1: the hot water and lavender scented bubbles melting the stress
Speaker 1: from my shoulders. My body a pale island and a
Speaker 1: sea of white foam. The mirrors fogged over the world,
Speaker 1: reduced to this single, perfect quiet room. The door creaks open,
Speaker 1: and my boyfriend James picks his head in long day.
Speaker 1: His voice is soft, the longest. I sigh, letting my
Speaker 1: head fall back against the cool porcelain of the tub.
Speaker 1: He comes in and kneels on the bath mat beside me,
Speaker 1: not saying a word. He just takes the lush cloth
Speaker 1: from my hand, soaps it up, and begins to gently
Speaker 1: wash my shoulders. They're already clean, but that's not the point.
Speaker 1: He is restoring me in an intimate ritual that cannot
Speaker 1: be more romantic. His touch is a familiar comfort, a
Speaker 1: slow circular motion that is meant to soothe, but tonight
Speaker 1: it's doing something else entirely. My mind is so calm
Speaker 1: and empty that all I can sense is his touch.
Speaker 1: His hands are meant to be caring, but the touch,
Speaker 1: the connection, they are stroking a different kind of fire.
Speaker 1: With every pass of his hand over my skin, a new,
Speaker 1: delicious tension coils low in my belly. I decide, and
Speaker 1: that moment that I don't just want to be taken
Speaker 1: care of. I want to be taken I turn my head,
Speaker 1: my wet hair sticking to my cheek. There's room for two.
Speaker 1: A slow, knowing smile spreads across his face. He stands,
Speaker 1: and the soft sound of his clothes hitting the floor
Speaker 1: is the only answer I need. I can't hope but
Speaker 1: stare at his naked body. His cock is soft and
Speaker 1: all erotic potential. There's something incredibly hot about a soft
Speaker 1: cock when you're full of desire. He slides into the
Speaker 1: tub behind me, the water rising around us. His body
Speaker 1: is a warm, solid wall against my back, his legs
Speaker 1: tangling with mine under the blanket of bubbles. He wraps
Speaker 1: his arms around me, his hands resting on my stomach.
Speaker 1: For a long moment, we just sit there, his chin
Speaker 1: resting on my shoulder, our breathing falling into the same rhythm.
Speaker 1: This is our church, this is our prayer. Let me
Speaker 1: I take the washcloth back from him. I turn in
Speaker 1: his arms, a clumsy, slippery maneuver in the cramped space
Speaker 1: until I am kneeling before him. I soap up the
Speaker 1: cloth and begin to wash him, my movements slow and worshipful.
Speaker 1: I wash his chest, his stomach, my hands lingering on
Speaker 1: the hard plains of his abdomen. Before descending lower under
Speaker 1: the water. I let go of the washcloth and I
Speaker 1: find him. His soft potential is long gone. His cock
Speaker 1: is now hard and waiting for me. I close my
Speaker 1: hands around it. The sensations slick and wonderful. At the
Speaker 1: same time, his hand finds me under the water, his
Speaker 1: fingers parting my slick folds and finding my click with
Speaker 1: an unerring, familiar touch. He knows me better than I
Speaker 1: know myself. He begins to stroke me with a slow,
Speaker 1: perfect rhythm. As I stroke him, the rhythmic movement of
Speaker 1: our hands makes the water lap against the side of
Speaker 1: the tub. We move together in our own private, watery world.
Speaker 1: His thumb circles and teases, pushing me higher and higher.
Speaker 1: While I stop squeeze his cock and run my thumb
Speaker 1: around its head. He moans, and the pleasure is a
Speaker 1: rising tide, a warm, slow, inevitable swell that matches the
Speaker 1: water surrounding us. His practiced fingers have my hips thrusting
Speaker 1: against them, a wave building to a orgasm, like the
Speaker 1: water now slashing against the side of the tub. James moans,
Speaker 1: and I realize we're going to come together. I can
Speaker 1: feel it in the way his hips begin to move
Speaker 1: a slight, involuntary bucket against my hand. I can feel
Speaker 1: it in the frantic pulse of my own clit under
Speaker 1: his thumb. Our eyes meet a silent, shared acknowledgment. It
Speaker 1: happens all at once. My orgasm is a deep, shuddering
Speaker 1: wave that makes me gasp. I lose control and hold
Speaker 1: my muscles tense. Water now sloshing over the sides of
Speaker 1: the tub. James comes with a muffled groan, has release
Speaker 1: a hot, pulsing flood that shoots on to my stomach
Speaker 1: and impulses on to my knuckles. I claps around him
Speaker 1: and slide around into his arms. Thoroughly wet and thoroughly spent.
Speaker 1: The bubbles have all but disappeared, and the water is
Speaker 1: beginning to cool. I never felt warmer. He pulls me
Speaker 1: into his lap and I rest my head on his chest,
Speaker 1: listening to the steady, slowing beat of his heart. The
Speaker 1: stress of the day had washed away, replaced by a deep,
Speaker 1: blissful warmth that had nothing to do with the water
Speaker 1: in our tiny bathroom and our ordinary life. We had
Speaker 1: created a perfect, steamy paradise just for us.