Starting a new tradition

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As she stood to towel off, Kim came to two more revelations. First, the wine had started to work its magic and she had to brace herself while she brought her leg over the side of the tub.
Second, and perhaps closely related to the first, she was incredibly horny. The low flickering candlelight danced shadows around the small bathroom and Kim admired her reflection in the full-length mirror attached to the back of the door. Her usually bouncy auburn curls were pulled down over her shoulders as they dripped bath water down her body. Kim rubbed a towel over her front side to remove what remained of the bubbles from the bath before she dabbed her hair and pulled it back over her shoulders.

Due to her state, her areolas had taken their usual dime-sized shape they always did when she was turned on. Kim couldn’t help but give one of them a playful pinch as she rubbed her hands from her hair back down her front, over her admittedly medium sized breasts. Not that any guy, or girl for that matter, had ever complained about their size, she sometimes wished for larger endowments. She then reaffirmed with a cup and drop of them, that what she lacked in size she more than made up for in perkiness and bounciness. The dark pink color of her areolas stood out in sharp contrast to the rest of her silky white skin, save the little patch of brownish-red between her legs.

Once again, distant memories of her ex crept into her mind as she fingered through the patch of hair. He always said that he liked the au natural look on his girls. Kim could never understand this as she always preferred herself clean shaven, as had most of the guys before him. As long as he was still wiling to go down on her though, how could a girl complain? She sneered at the fuzzy patch, then her frown straightened to a sly smirk.

With her supplies in place, Kim took a look around her seasonally festooned apartment and appreciated the fact that her decorated tree and other lit decorations allowed her keep the jarring overhead lights off and still see, and lowered herself onto the edge of her sofa with her towel under her bottom. Her near empty glass of wine sat beside her left foot, her razor next to it. The TV sparked to life, and Kim settled in for yet another rewatching of The Holiday. Her hands lathered the shaving gel then rubbed it on her legs. She then grabbed for her razor, before thinking better of it and bringing her wine glass to her lips for another sip before
realizing it was the last. Exasperation struck and she let out a frustrated whimper.

She peeked her head through the curtains that covered her sliding glass door, careful to not disturb the garland strings that precariously adorned the whole window, to check on the
storm outside. What had started out as a winter storm had died down to a quiet flurry
of wintery night.  There still wasn’t a single lit apartment. Since not a creature was stirring, and since she loved to watch the snowflakes dance in the sky, Kim figured there was no harm in leaving the curtains drawn. Like the mouse in the next line from the popular Christmas
poem, Kim then scurried to the bathroom to get the bottle of wine. Prize in hand, she sauntered back into the room and refilled her glass before setting them both back on the floor and lowering herself back down on her sofa.

She shaved her legs, then rubbed another dab of cream on her mound and outer labia. Before she sheered her kitty, she took another long sip of her wine and checked in just as Jude Law
drunkenly convinced Cameron Diaz to spend the night. Kim could feel the perfect blend of wine, cheesy romance movie, and soon-to-be bare beaver build into a warm campfire in her belly. Her instincts were confirmed as she rubbed the last remnants of shaving lotion from her nether region with the towel then ran a finger through her soft, smooth slit and felt her dampness already begging for attention.

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