Masturbation Monday #36
Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, Bath Time. You may notice the image I’ve added below doesn’t actually match this week. That is because I loved this picture prompt but due to work I never had chance to write for it. I knew I wanted to use it though, it totally inspired me to write. The inspiration I’m using is:
Hmmm, I bet I know what she’s doing in that tub. What I really want to know is…what does he think about it?
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“Babe?” I shut the door, flicking the lock as I take my coat off and hang it up. I’d had a hell of a day, and I really needed a hug. After I’d spoken to him earlier, I thought Mike would be home but there was no response. I wandered into the kitchen, standing on the side was a glass of red wine. I picked it up taking a sip as I read the note he’d left. “Check the bathroom. Hot water is on.” Wine in hand I went to the bathroom. I smiled as I walked through the door; candles waiting to be lit, a small pouch of my favourite bath pearls, and iPod waiting in the player. I turn on the taps, letting the water run before putting in the plug. Leaving my wine I go into the bedroom, my robe is laid out on the bed, and I quickly undress, wrapping my robe around me before twisting my hair up into a knot.
I head back into the bathroom, and turn off the taps. I light the candles, switch off the overhead light, and hit play on the music. As the first strains of jazz fill the bathroom, I add the pearls to the water, swirling them with my hand until they pop and dissolve, releasing their fragrant oil. I slide into the water, letting the warmth hug me as I settle down. I grab my phone from the side and send Mike a quick message, “Thanks, babe. I needed this.” I lay back, closing my eyes. The combination of the music and warm water works to soothe me, and I can feel the tension leaving me as I take another sip of wine.
My phone beeps, and I debate just leaving it but I know Mike will be replying so I reach over to pick it up. I was right but when I open the message puzzlement creases my forehead, ‘Check under the towels’. I reach under the carefully folded towels, and my hand brushes something firm. I grin as I pull it out, and I am just about to message Mike when my phone vibrates again, ‘It’s fully charged’. I type a thank you, my eyes welling with tears at his thoughtfulness.
It’s my new favourite vibrator; the one I’ve been reaching for most often. It offers quite an unusual sensation, one that is enhanced under the water. I slide my body down, lifting one leg to rest on the side of the bath. My nipples are poking up just above the water line, stiffening in the cool air. I move the toy down, positioning it carefully before switching it on. As the first tickles of sensation start, I turn up the intensity. One hand is holding the toy in position, the other is playing with my breasts; tweaking first one nipple, then the other. As the toy starts working it’s magic I pinch and twist my nipples, harder and harder. My body is reacting; I’m wriggling and twitching, causing the water to splash.
My leg, over the edge of the bath is stopping me from slipping under the water, as I thrust my body, pushing up against the toy. My head is back, and my eyes closed, the waves of my orgasm are pulsing through me causing my body to create waves in the bath water. The build up seems to be lasting forever, a sign that I really was stressed. I finally feel them start to crest, and as release rushes through me my body relaxes. I let go of the toy letting it sink to the bottom of the bath, and as the last of my tension floats away I start to giggle.
“Feel better after your bath time?” I’d heard him come in but hadn’t wanted to stop.
I look up, smiling lazily at him, “Yes, I do. Thank you.”