Housewife

As I peeled my t-shirt off, my breasts leaped into view. Their soft, full curves bounced free, eager to taste the fresh air.

With a swift move, I relinquished my knickers and slipped into the steaming bath. The hot water beckoned to me like a long-lost lover, its soothing touch sending ripples of pleasure through my body.

My toes sank into the water, sending goosebumps crawling up my skin in delight. The steam swirled around me, enveloping me in a cloud of sensuality.

As the water swirled around my body, I felt my nipples harden in excitement. I reached down, cupping my pert breasts in my warm hands, savouring the exhilaration running through my veins.

I squeezed my breasts together, the soapy bubbles cascading down my body like a delicate necklace. I leaned back, lost in the sensuous pleasure of the moment.

Relaxing on my back, caressing my luscious tips until they formed a delicate froth, memories of Saint’s voice echoed vividly in my mind.

“No, stop it, Irena.” I warned myself.

I envelop myself in a cocoon of solitude as I sink into the soothing embrace of the warm water. My usual preference for quick showers lies forgotten, overcome by an irresistible need for a luxurious, lingering soak.

The serene silence is disrupted only by the clamour of my thoughts, racing like wild horses through the vast expanse of my mind. One tiny, treacherous voice whispers wickedly in my ear, tempting me to indulge in decadent pleasures.

I brush it aside, determined to purge my mind of all negativity. But somehow, inexplicably, my musings drift towards Saint…

The first thing that comes to my mind is his stupid voice, it’s like warm honey drizzling over my senses. It delicately wraps around every syllable, effortlessly drawing me in closer. The sound is inviting, an embrace that eases away my stresses and worries. It’s as if the very tone was crafted with the specific purpose of soothing my soul, lending a sense of tranquillity to even the most trying of moments.

Followed by his shitty eyes, they set my heart ablaze like a wildfire, alive and radiant with nature’s wonder. The hue of his eyes almost beckons me to explore the unknown, to lose myself in a world of secrets and unspoken desires. A single glance and I’ll find myself enchanted by the spel binding magic of his gaze.

I then think about his stupid fucking lips, possessed by sin that they seemed to entice the devil himself. His mouth is a veritable portal to temptation and debauchery, with each syllable that escaped its confines stirring hedonistic desires in all who heard them. Saint’s lips were a vivid ruby red as if stained by the blood of countless forbidden passions, and when they curved into a sly and seductive smile, one couldn’t help but submit to their wicked charm.

I find myself shamefully submitting to Saint, my heart ablaze with a dangerous mix of both hatred and forbidden desire.

Gently caressing the insides of my parted thighs, the warm water lapped at my delicate folds. As my slippery fingers slid up my sudsy limbs, my body quivered with anticipation. Cupping my throbbing pussy in my hand, I reached around and teasingly circled my sweet spot. Gripping myself with fierce determination, I shuddered with desire.

Squeezing my fingers tightly on either side of my pulsating clit, a rush of pleasure shot through me. With each beat, my body begged for more, craving every touch, every flick.

Trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement, I wondered if this was really happening. But the fierce energy pulsing through me left no doubt in my mind – I was about to indulge in pure, unbridled pleasure.

I swiftly snatched up the wineglass, eagerly gulping down its chilled contents. The sensation of icy wine mixing with scorching liquid caused my head to spin. Hastily, I twisted the tap, relishing the jolt of cold on my skin.

My pulse pounded in my chest like an insistent drumbeat, while the fragrance of my aroused essence overwhelmed my senses. Anticipation coiled within me, my pussy muscles clenching in excitement, fueled only by promised pleasure, and the thrill of witnessing it afterwards. My fingers drifted down to my smooth and freshly shaven skin, plunging into the depths of my wet and fervent flesh.

My breath caught in a whimpering gasp, the shiver of desire running through my body. At this moment, I was consumed by the insatiable hunger of my primal urges.

As I traced delicate circles around my aching pearl, my body quivered with anticipation. Imagining all the wicked ways he could ravage me, I arched my back and slipped two fingers inside. The rhythm of my thrusts matched the fervour of my thumb on my clit, sending me careening towards a mind-bending release. My world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of electric pleasure, pulling me into a universe of ecstasy that left me breathless and gasping for air.

A faint moan escaped my lips as I opened my eyes, the reality of what was to come hitting me like a freight train. This was just the beginning – I was destined to belong to Saint, to be consumed by him in every way possible.

And that frightened me.