A moment of peaceful thought by the pool before the true urge takes over.
Her thoughts began to drift to a certain Essaere intimate moment taboo and alluring. She imagined the caress the pleasure the climax. Her vision intensified.
The craving became too strong to ignore. She knew what she needed.
The mirror beckoned a private space for her secret desires.
Each movement a story of sensuality.
The light played across her curves highlighting every erotic curve.
Engrossed in the sensation the world outside ceased to exist.
The peak loomed unavoidable.
A gasp escaped her lips as bliss flooded over her.
The warmth was a tender treat.
She reclined satisfied imagining of the next opportunity.
Thoughts of another session already emerging.
Perhaps with a friend discovering new levels of passion.
The idea of provoking was captivating.
Her bare feet unnoticed by others focused on the intimate delight.
The complete happiness of self-exploration.
Each curve defined through lust.
The lure of a new experience called.
The temptation of unchecked desire.
The unfolding of closeness pure.
