Back into the light

I raise my head and look at my reflection. It’s me – but a new me. And I’m so hot! I put some more lotion on my hands and lower them to my stomach. It doesn’t betray my childbearing – no stretch marks, no sagging. The small tattoo seems as vivid as the day it was inked even though it was over a decade ago. I sweep my hands up and down and I fight the urge to take them between my legs. I can see it in my eyes – desire, lust, want.

My nipples are already erect; waiting for me. Small, pert breasts. Feeling warm and inviting in my hands. Sometimes I wish they were bigger and fuller. My aureoles have tightened, looking like some strange alien landscape. I twirl the nipples between my fingers. They’re beautiful – dark and proud and quite large considering I’m only a 34B! Boyfriends have all loved them – one almost to obsession, suckling them till they hurt.

I can feel my heart pounding through my chest and I’m unable to wait any longer. The throbbing between my legs needs attention – now! I slowly tease my hands down my abdomen and I part my thighs. I’m so wet that I can see my lips shining in the mirror. Earlier, while bathing, I shaved my pubic hair all off. Now I can see all that I am. I’m so close to climax and I haven’t even touched myself.