Solitarily
Sometimes alone is better.
Pulling the curtain back, I stepped into the hot shower. Immediately, steam enveloped me in its scorching embrace, just the way I liked, skin sensitive, invisible pores opening. My hands sought my hair, pulling it from its ponytail, thick locks falling down and caressing bare skin. Arching my back, I visualize the picture I must make. Breasts, glorious and thrusted forward, hair creating a curtain around me. The water fl...