She is home from her evening

Of unexpected magic,

Of spontaneous revelation.

The bath fills slowly, sounding like a stream.

Memories of the night, newborn and fresh,

Dance in the scented candle-flames

Which stand like patient ushers 

Guiding recent experience

To nestle into her mind, seeking a home

For ease of future access,

To be revisited at will.

They will require no search,

Burned as they will be into her conscious waking,

Her awakening and its beautiful power

Pervading, at some level,

Every state of mind, every activity

From the mundane to the thrilling

Her now unshaded light will shine

From this moment on.

This memory,

The beautiful moment and power of connection

To two souls who recognised hers

And appreciated,

Recognised,

Touched with words and genuine care,

Who saw and confirmed her beauty.

She slips into the bath

And closes her eyes,

The water’s warmth envelopes her skin

In the memory of Brenda’s embrace.

Placing her hands on her breasts

Her nipples stiffen and remember Brenda’s against hers.

She undulates slowly under the water,

Recalling the dance, and the kiss...

Oh God…THAT KISS!

That kiss that opened a portal 

Into a new realm of being,

Where timidity met its end

And the true Molly stepped into the light

And seized the day.

Her hands stray and wander freely

Over her body,

As if discovering herself for the first time.

Her legs open of their own volition

Beckoning her own hands 

With the same readiness and welcome

She had shown to Brenda’s tongue,

While John had held her firmly from behind

His manhood pressed hard against her back

Strong arms across her breasts

Anchoring her,

Empowering her to fly 

Without fear…freely…wildly,

As Brenda tasted

And drank of her arousal.

Her fingers carry that memory between her wet lips

And press down on her button

One finger pushes inside,

Her thumb runs little circles around her clitoris

Sending raw sexual energy

Spiralling upwards through her chakras

The memory of unleashing into Brenda’s soft mouth.

Another finger joins the first, inside,

And her memory skips,

Fast-forwarding to John’s cock,

His initial foray into her folds

A moment’s teasing...

Intensifying her desire

Then slamming hard home

His lust and hers had merged,

United,

Becoming an unstoppable force

Of wanting and fucking.

Her fingers now embody the memory

Her hips rise to meet their thrusting

Rhythmic splashes echo off the tiles

Accompanied by her gasps

As she remembers every magnificent drive

Entering her

Stretching her

Filling her with flesh

She grips her pussy and tits tightly

As the memory of orgasm 

Plays out in present reality,

And she cums...

Oh God, does she cum!

Surrendering to its awesome energy,

She drops any and all defence.

Her orgasm runs its rampant course

With a will of its own,

Leaving no cell un-kissed,

No corner of her being untouched.

Wave after wave

Until, finally, it is spent.

She basks in her own afterglow...

Sated,

Until she is ready

Emerging from the water

She stands before the full-length mirror.

She sees what they saw.

She wants, as they wanted.

Stepping nearer,

She smiles at her own smile,

Looks into her own eyes,

Seeing their shine,

And recognises herself for the first time.

Moving closer still

Her palms held up

She touches and greets her reflection.

She presses her breasts into the glass

Its coolness igniting a fire in her nipples again,

She leans forward and kisses her own lips.

A single tear of joy escapes one eye,

Rolls down her cheek 

And drops onto her breast.

She breathes the words she never could say to herself before

“I love you.”