The Steamy Shower

The steam of the shower mists up the bathroom mirror as you reach toward me. I wait, eager for your strong embrace. I was made for this moment. You fulfil me.

Strong hands grasp me, lift me up; rub me against your naked torso.

I become pliable, slick, and moist as I yield to your will. Patiently, almost teasing me, you press me against every inch of your body. By now, I am so wet that I slip from your grasp and fall to the floor.

Lifting me up, you sniff my soapy scent; much sweeter than your shower gel.

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