I turn on the music. Flames from candles create designs on otherwise lifeless walls. Lying naked on the bed I close my eyes and start moving my body to the music. Strong, sensuous rhythms mixed with echoing tempting voices. At this point I cannot help but bring my hands to my breasts.
Fingers touch soft tingling nipples.
Moving in a rhythm all their own. I spread my legs feeling myself swell and moisten with every probing stroke, squeeze and caress. Before long my hips thrust forward as passion rises. I lower my hands and trace the outline of my waist until my fingers touch the wetness. I'm moaning softly.