You’re alone, in your room, no one else is home, no one to bother you or your privacy. Its an amazing feeling isn’t it, feeling this freedom, this license to be just, intimate with yourself, to feel its needs, to satisfy its yearnings, in the comfort of your soft, comfy bed. You feel the sheets, they have a slight aroma of rose and jasmine, so mesmerizing that you just lay in it, almost like an automatic impulse, over which you have no control over, almost as if, you’re submitting to your body’s needs, but not forcefully, you want to submit to its needs, because the very thought of what’s about to come, makes you feel like you’ve never before, this subtle union of excitement, joy, nervousness, lust, just, just enchanting you with its intangible, yet controlling touch.
Lay down on your bed, just feel its soothing comfort, how it welcomes your body over it, forcing you to take a few slow, deep breaths, as you caress your inner thigh, feeling that soft, sensitive inner skin. It almost makes your other thigh jealous, and who can blame it, that soft, teasing, erotic touch is, is just too much to fathom.