Close Shave

A delicate task...

Requiring a delicate...

Deft touch...

One that is entrusted...

To a small select few...

A hot bath is drawn...

Candles and incense are burned...

Entering the bath...

So hot and relaxing...

She allows time to soak...

Find some release...

From her stress and worry...

This is her time...

Soon she stirs...

And she begins...

Slowly and carefully...

She slides the tool...

To the tops of her thighs...

Making her skin smooth...

Free of unwanted things...

A smooth stoke is needed...

And a steady hand...

She wants to please herself...

And her lover...

She ponders for a while...

Why not...

And so with care...

She slowly removes...

A little bit...

Until she is oh so smooth...

With just a soft triangle...

Of soft down...

That points down...

As if to let her lover know...

This is where to go...

A giggle escapes...

Then..

Rinsing and touching...

She finds sensation...

Intoxicating...

Liberation...

She losses track...

And retreats...

Into her private space...

Her fingers dancing across...

Newly exposed skin...

Decadent...

She feels herself deeply within...

Building to release...

Until at last...

She moans and screams...

With joy and pleasure...

Forgetting...

He is there...

She hears a knock...

And a voice of concern...

Blushing crimson...

She responds...

A lame excuse...

Inviting perhaps...

Later a tease...

But for now...

She’ll keep her secret...

A surprise for her lover...

She touches again...

The small patch...

Tool in hand...

And considers...


Phoebus
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