Audio Reading for your Erotic Listening Pleasure
Tough week. Wanted to sweat tonight. Wanted to get wet & drip. After 90 minutes of serious yoga, my mat was significantly splashed with my bodily fluids. It was as slippery as I was. And later, it was going to need the kind of thorough shower I needed. The kind that demands that I touch every crease and crevice on my body. But not yet…
Still craving more before my bathing ritual, I went upstairs to the weight room or “The Dungeon” as I call it. (Where I have my secret sexual encounters https://madamesamanthab.com/male-dom-female/the-gym-part-1-of-4/ ) That’s where I began lifting, pulling, pushing and spreading (gently) each limb for another 30 minutes. Seriously dripping from every pore and exhausted, I finally felt freed from the week’s hardships.
Finished, I stood tall with mirrors all around and viewed my drenched body with every muscle screaming. Touched my tongue to my shoulder. My skin was salty, reminding me of the peaceful beach. My leotards were soaked, especially between my legs. That hot, clammy spot was making a triangle, pointing to my most coveted treasure. Just noticing it made it begin to pulsate. It was time to go home and reward myself with an explosion from the inside out.
