It’s my birthday and I find myself alone again tonight. I don’t mind so much. I celebrated earlier this evening with my father and sister. Dinner and cake. A quiet family gathering.
Now it’s just me. Home alone.
I draw a bubble bath. Lavender and vanilla scented steam fills the room as I light candles. I lower myself into the foaming tub, balancing a glass of sweet wine in one hand. I linger, enjoying my wine, sipping the syrupy liquor and holding it briefly on my tongue before swallowing. When I finish my drink, I set the long-stemmed glass aside and relax more deeply into the hot water.
When the bubbles start to dissipate and the bath starts to cool, I shave my legs and my pussy. I’m not expecting company. I’m just doing this for me. I drain the tub and blow out the candles, then I wrap myself in a fluffy towel and head down the hall to my room.
Perching on my bed, I drop the towel, luxuriating in the feeling of the cool air on my heated skin. I smooth body butter into my arms and massage a little onto my breasts. I lie back and stretch my toes up towards the ceiling as I knead the rich moisturizer into my legs.
When I sit back up, I untie my long dark hair and brush it until it tumbles in soft glossy waves over my shoulders and back.
The alcohol is beginning to exert its soporific effects on me, and I yawn and stretch languidly. I turn off the lights and settle between the cool sheets. My limbs feel enervated and heavy as I relax into the springy firmness of the mattress.
I close my eyes and unhurriedly sweep my hands over my body. My skin feels velvety. I cup and squeeze my small breasts and roll my nipples gently between my fingers, plucking at them when they harden.