I remember thinking of the pleasures I have come to enjoy in private moments of solitude.I remember thinking of the pleasures I have come to enjoy in private moments of solitude. I remember slowly sliding my fingers under my bra and caressing my breast, slowly kneading the nipple, gently rubbing it between my fingers. I remember closing my eyes and letting my mind ease into the pleasure my caresses were creating. I remember becoming aroused, as my other hand slipped under my bra, and I caressed both my breasts. I thought of the pleasures I experienced as I massaged my hardened nipples between my fingers. A crackle of a burning log returned me to the present. The thoughts of this afternoon, along with the effects of the wine began to have an effect on me. I could feel myself becoming aroused. As I looked into the fire, I felt the familiar yearning deep in my groin. My breasts began to ache, as my nipples engorged and hardened. |