So I had my smoke and a little wine and I was in the bathtub naked and figured others should be too...

She burned everytime he touched her. Ironic, considering he didn't give off any body heat. She felt as if she was made of molten lava the way his touch felt so cool and calm against her skin which seemed to steam wherever his fingers, toungue or body skimmed hers.

She'd put her dildo in the fridge once, when Dawn was staying at Janice's (don't want to get caught by the teenager!). She came almost immediately after inserting it.

When she made use of the shower head, she lay in the steaming water she'd drawn and turned the shower water on cool; so when it pounded and skittered over her clit it was at least reminicent of him.

It was as if she'd become a walking, talking assemblage of sex. A breeze against her skin was his breath, the seam of her jeans was his ring, rubbing her, rubbing her, rubbing...

Stopping now. The Birdcage is on and it's sort of ruining the flow.

Gotta go watch an Easter play tomorrow. My best-friend's husband is in it, also her brother-in-law--who I'm developing an unnatural fixation for. Dress, church, buffet. There's my Easter. I'm also bad in that I've forgotten to get anything for my mother for Easter. Oh well.