Lathered Enticement

I can't help but to feel so sexy and horny tonight. I know not the things I'll for surely do, but I know of what I might. I can breathe and inhale the herbs in the atmos that disturbs the chaos of teh world outside my bathroom door. Moist is teh floor in which I stand. In front of my foggy mirror: All this man.

I lit a candle and then two, then three, that gave off an amber sillohuette of me. I like the way my body looks againt the color of gold. I wrap my arms around myself and embrace into a hold.

I can see the tiny red dot through the waves of steam, it would seem that my camcorder is on and hungry. Thirsty. It needs me to feed it. Just as this scene of eroticsm I need it. This moment, I have to be it.

My now damp and wet wavy hair, flicks back and hangs beneath in bangs loose and free.The mirror shows all that is me, I slash a streak through the collected steam and it reveals my dark hued eyes. The eyes of passion, the eyes of desire.

My body...is your empire. Rule it, want it, lust for it. I rip my shower curtains to the side, the steam can no longer hide. Envelop me and ready my flesh. With a generous amount of body wash, I caress.

Giving birth to sexy little mountains of fluffy white lather. Spreading and growing badder and badder. I had to remmebr to breathe as I looked at the camera lens and seethed as steam flowed from my mouth.

I cupped my hands and spashed water around, left right up and down. In no way was I done...i rand my hand down my face and over my toungue. I leaned close to the lens and aked it: My friend...Do you like this? Do you like me? Do you want me?

Tell...me...how bad.

The red light focused and recorded me as long as it could hold out until it climaxed and used up the last of it battery power...I pouted and kneeled next to it as the red light, no the red eye...faded into a deep sleep.

Forever embedded with a dream...of me.