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[Oct. 31st, 2006|06:09 am]
Fantasies and erotica
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Stephanie turned on the faucet atop her Jacuzzi tub, the water cascading down the wide nozzle, filling the tub with a hint of steam. Reaching into a wicker basket of plastic bottles, she withdrew the rose scented bubble bath and poured it liberally into the churning water. As the froth built, she reached across the tub, placed her full glass of chardonnay on the tile sill below the window, and began to undress. Stephanie always liked that liberating feeling she experienced when she shed her corporate attire and began the weekend with a bath, figuratively cleansing herself of the week’s events. She slid her pencil skirt down, and dropped her blouse to the travertine tile floor. Testing the temperature of the water with her foot, she unhooked her white lace bra and dropped they and the matching panties to the floor as well. Her body is slender, and smooth, but not voluptuous. Stephanie exercises avidly, and her trim arms, legs and abdomen betray that fact, but her small breasts are a feature she had rather felt to be her greatest liability. Good for athletics, but not for exciting the primal, carnal desires in most men. She cupped them, her hands swallowing their minute mass, and pressed them together as tightly as she could. An old boyfriend of hers had remarked once that when she was naked, her arms stretched over her head, the she looked like a little boy. Stephanie laughed. They may not be guy magnets, but she liked her little breasts.
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