Water slides off of her skin slowly and yet quickly. No, perhaps time has stopped. Or perhaps this life giving combination of elements does not answer to time but forges on despite. It moves across her skin in the most natural way, as if it had a conscious mind and it’s always known it must not cling to that which it does not own. She stands there in the claw foot tub, beneath the water that has shrouded her in a veil of rain. The warmth enveloping her. Her broad frame relaxing and coaxing the palms of her hands to rediscover everything her body has to offer. Left breast, one then the right. Smooth skin down her stomach, to her navel, her trimmed pubic hair. At last, her pussy. Without a thought, instinctually so, she parts her labia and begins to draw circles around her clit. Circles only she could design, as if she were an artist creating a masterpiece. She enjoys teasing herself this way and continues to drift mindlessly away under the spray of the water.
Water, streams across every inch of her skin. She reaches for the shower head and watches the poised movement of her hand as if it belonged to someone foreign. As if she were watching another reach for her demise. Slow thoughts arouse in her mind: “Amazing how soft water can be and yet how hard it can be. Where will the direction of the water take me?” She becomes one with this tool that she knows can deliver the pleasure she desires, dare she claim essential to her being. Taking a seat on the edge of the tub, she opens her legs as if this was the most grand invitation she could ever offer. The water. The pulse. The force. Every second tumbling into the next like the deliverance of the water. All of it pushing her toward unimaginable pleasure.
The water flows over her skin invited, uninvited all the same. The pressure, the rhythm against her clit driving faster, inching toward the mindless release. Her head tossed back beckoning the detonation of white noise behind her eyes. The moment everything goes black and yet every single color becomes visible, nearly tangible simultaneously. The moment of breathlessness and still every single breath is needed that much more. The moment that time shatters around every fiber of your being but still it’s indescribable.
Then.
Then it happens.
It’s unbridled.
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Not knowing how much time has passed she calms herself and sinks down into the basin. Water brings her to life.
C. Stephens
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ut71b3/unbridled_fsolo