My eyes closed, I leaned helplessly against the wall of the shower, and slowly, inexorably, my motions blurred to myself as if in some erotic dream sequence, I slid downward, lowering myself to a sitting position on the floor of the tub.My eyes closed, I leaned helplessly against the wall of the shower, and slowly, inexorably, my motions blurred to myself as if in some erotic dream sequence, I slid downward, lowering myself to a sitting position on the floor of the tub. My head floated back to rest against the wall, and, the steam surrounding me like a shroud, the stream of water battering my body, I surrendered myself to the insistent tug of fantasy... Brian and I used to play a game in the shower, back in the early days of our relationship, when we were just starting to explore each other sexually. One time, as I lathered the soap in my hands, I instructed him to close his eyes, and as I cleansed him, to focus all of his attention to how I touched him. My intention was to heighten and intensify his perceptions, and become in tune with how I moved with him. He quickly agreed, and closed his eyes. With soapy hands, I reached out to very lightly touch his chest, then to spread my fingers across it. I massaged the soap over his pectorals, letting my thumbs weave small circles around his tightening nipples, scraping them delicately with my nails. |