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I turned everything off and returned to the bedroom.
Laying on the bed, in the darkness, I became aware of my body in
a new way; almost as though it had an existence of its own. My
hand returned to my breasts and I found them even more sensitive
than before. I grasped the nipples between my fingers, gently
pulling and twisting. A breath of warm air blew across my naked
body. A soft ache entered my pelvis. My hand move down my
abdomen. Slowly the tips of my fingers began to brush across the
newly shaved mons. A moan escaped from me. It was like a voice
from another area of my mind, an echo from another existence. I
continued down to my labia, along the sides and then between.
But now I didn’t need a lotion.

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I’m not sure how long I remained there, but finally I
moved to the bedroom and toweled myself dry. A softly perfumed
lotion was obtained from the dresser and I returned to the TV
room, this time without the t-shirt. A record of gentle music
was selected and placed on the player. The TV and video were
started but without sound as I realized the only words I wanted
to hear would be my own thoughts. As the scenes repeated, I
applied the lotion. First across my chest and then cupping each
breast with one hand, I began to stroke the upper sensitive
skin with the other, moving closer with each caress to the
areola and nipple. As my finger applied just a drop of the
lotion to the surrounding pink areas, my nipples and the small
papilla around them began to project out. But they were not
hard. Instead they had taken on a softness and sensitivity I had
not experienced before. I had to stop. As the women on the
screen made love to each other I realized the only way I could
join them would be within my mind and the TV images had become
a barrier instead of a door to fulfilling my fantasy.

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Each nerve seemed more
alive than ever. The soap became a lover as it used my own hand
to stroke my body. Soon my attention was turned to my own pubic
hair. I have never had very much and what is there is sparse
and soft. Because of the blond color, it seems almost
invisible. But that would not be enough. I knew every hair must
be removed. The soap was applied and as the razor glided across
my skin, the threatened sharpness brought a new awareness within
the delicate tissue. Sensuality was joined by a veiled
perception of fear. Starting at the top and then moving down
and back, I paid special attention to the small fine hairs
around my clitoris and between the lips. The area below the
vagina and around my ass was also shaved. When finished, I lay
back in the water, my eyes closed, and ran my fingers across
the now smoothed pussy confirming that indeed all its hair was
gone.

And when I
finished I knew what I wanted, at that moment, more than
anything else; and I knew the evening would not be completed
until I had been satisfied.

I rewound the tape to the beginning of the shower scene,
turned the TV and recorder off and moved to my own bathroom. I
lit some candles, saved in the bathroom for special nights,
turned off all the other lights and filled the tub with water,
scenting it with a soothing bath oil Luke had given me. The
t-shirt came off as I slipped into the warm water and felt its
gentle caress. As I lay in the water remembering the scenes of
the shower and recalling the vision of the newly bared mons and
lips, my body took on a new sensitivity.