Before The Party

She carefully lowers herself into the hot water, steam rising in heady clove-scented clouds, and she winces as her skin protests the initial shock of the heat. As she acclimatizes, her body begins to relax, and a shiver of appreciation hardens her nipples. Sliding down in the tub, she sighs as she immerses herself deeply, a few wayward tendrils of hair damp and hugging the nape of her neck. Book in one hand, wine in the other; lost in the flickering light of the candles, lulled by the soothing sound of the water as it caresses her with every shift in position. In her cocoon, she closes her eyes and leans her head back, her lips curve in a smile at the sheer indulgence of the evening.

As she drifts into almost-sleep, the book slides from her hand and thuds softly as it drops to the floor, the small noise jolting her back to full awareness. With a rueful half-smile, she reaches for the soap, wets it, and turns it repeatedly in her hands until they are white with thick, soft-smelling lather. She gently washes her face and neck, and her hands slide over the familiar territory of her shoulders, down to her breasts. Her movements become languid as she caresses her sensitive nipples - the first flush of desire felt as a stab of lust between her legs, and, moaning softly, she presses her thighs together as she pinches her nipples, hard.

Images: last night, her naked and bent over the bed, wrists tied tightly together, arms pulled straight by strong rope fixed to the wall; designs in red decorating her ass, drawn with fire, the sweet burning of the crop.

One hand strokes her full breasts, moving restlessly back and forth between her erect nipples; the other follows the contours of her belly, thrilling as she lingers over her soft bare mons. Lightly, she traces the line made by the junction of thigh and hip, and her other hand reluctantly leaves her breasts and joins its mate as it slowly explores her sex. Fingertips barely making contact, she feels touch as heat as she strokes the tender, soft skin near the entrance; her heart beats faster and her breath quickens as one finger traces the delicate line of the divide. Soon, a louder moan, as she presses harder where the flesh conceals her hard clit; she slips one finger into her pussy, feeling her slick wet arousal, so distinct from the water. Holding her erect little clit in the V made by index and middle finger, she thrusts her hips out of the water and pushes her finger all the way into her pussy; withdrawing, she raises her hand to her lips and tastes herself. She slides again into the water, head thrown back and eyes closed. Her breasts, nipples are taut with lust and need, and she pinches her nipples painfully hard until breath comes fast between parted lips. Her finger seeks out the silver glint between her legs; she utters soft moans as she plays with the ring piercing her clit hood, pressing it lightly, then firmly, faster.

Flashes - sex - in her mind's eye: his cock sliding into her mouth as she kneels for him, her pussy bare and slick with desire, his hand on her throat as he fucks her, the hunger in his eyes as he hurts her, sharing him with another, slippery tongues flicking, entwining and twisting as they meet and part as they move over his cock.

Her hips begin to thrust against her hand, pushing, seeking her pleasure, and she stabs her finger forcefully into her pussy, over and over, relentlessly; stroking the hard bud of flesh faster harder driving herself inexorably toward ecstasy. Her back arches upward and the muscles of her thighs tense her nipples and pussy throbbing in time with each ragged breath as her panting becomes moans become cries and she reaches the place where time slows down stretches until she gains the summit and the scream is wrenched from her soul in the intensity rush of orgasm she's coming as her mind explodes dissolves in brilliance… Collapsing, she melts into the water as the pleasure dissipates, radiating outward from her center and coursing through her trembling limbs. She opens her eyes, and her heavy lids descend, shuttering the dazed look of bliss. She slides down until even her face is submerged, contentment and satisfaction curving her soft lips gently as her galloping heart slows. Surfacing, she lies still with only her face free of the water, hair waving sinuously in the tiny currents created by her movements. The gentle curve of her mouth widens to a grin of erotic anticipation as she thinks of what the night holds in store.