First of all, I want to comment that this is the first story that I publish I have written others, but I have not had ti

First of all, I want to comment that this is the first story that I publish I have written others, but I have not had time to review and Furthermore, they seem to me to be too extensive. I hope you like the story, It is the first of its kind that I write, it is about female self-satisfaction topic that I find quite exciting. Without anything else to say this is: Beautiful and fragrant roseBeautiful and fragrant roses are all over the room. In a large room in a lonely apartment in a big city. one day of winter, foggy and extremely cold in which you just want to lock yourself in between walls... and rest, think and be able to dream. Is she María, or is she Laura? Maybe Susana?... the name is not it matters. It's her, a woman of 30 or even 40 years old... who knows... attractive for men and more importantly, attractive to herself, hundreds of times She had admired herself in front of her large mirror, completely naked, she had observed millimeter by millimeter his skin in search of imperfections that did not I managed to find. Woman who, as I have said, must have been around thirty-five. so many years, of medium height, long hair that had worn most of the time up, black and wavy hair, silky... eager... brown eyes on a smooth, well-groomed face, without a hint of makeup, thick eyebrows... a body with exquisitely feminine shapes, curves and thin, somewhat voluptuous, but without being vulgar at all. I was alone, like many years ago. Many data are uncertain, because your mind does not want them remember, her mind only keeps details of what she felt and experienced, memories of pleasure and that of some beautiful and fragrant red roses. From his window the sounds of noise filtered almost inaudibly. a street Those sounds were drowned out by the Songs of a companion Wandering by Mahler... that she did remember... it was something that excited her in many ways... the baritone voice... yes I could hear it now, that deep and manly voice. Being in his large room and having everything ready for abandon herself to the pleasures that she provided herself, music in the speakers, low, but enough to be audible. The roses, both in their nightstand, on his dresser, on the floor, on his bed... the smell was exquisite. There was something about the smell of those flowers that excited her, she couldn't avoid it and I didn't want to. Her body already naked, standing on the beige carpet that covered the white room. He decided to close the curtains and turn on the heating... Although I didn't need it, the body heat was enough... there you could hear Mahler now... was soft, melancholic and at times epic... his body He trembled for a moment when he heard it. He headed towards the room's bathroom, spacious at the Just like the room... a shower would be best... he turned on the faucet and adjusted it. the water so that it is warm. Under the stream of water that fell on his head, her beautiful and manicured hands together with a soap accomplice tore from body every trace of dirt, of the dirt that was impregnated in the street, the one that is invisible, but that corrupts your body. His hands move alone, without paying attention anywhere, they pass over the shoulders, arms and then to her stomach, up to her breasts where they form circles to encompass them. You must remove the dirt... you must be clean, you must purify your body, now with soap and water, then with pleasure. He finishes rinsing and opening the shower door takes a towel, a large one, with which he dries his body... just like in the shower, there is no attention for any part of your body, at that moment there is no preferences, he doesn't even look at himself, he looks up while his hands with his towel dry. The hair is wet, but she wants it to be dry... hand dryer would be ideal. She leaves the bathroom just as she came in, naked, but now clean. His nakedness is reflected in the mirror as he passes by to another... he looks for the dryer... he plugs it in,... he turns it on... he sits down and dry.... The smell of roses fills his lungs again... it enters his nose and fills your mind with sensations. He stands up and realizes that Mahler is no longer playing on the speakers... now it's Chopin... the waltzes of Chopin... hooo how he loves the sound of the piano... he looks towards his bed and There it is... her clothes that she had chosen... some thin and expensive panties black... lace, thin and small... extremely sensual... a robe black with fine fabric... that's her clothes. He takes the panties and looks at them while he Waltz No. 4 from the Opera No. 34 sounds wonderful... look at them and then look towards his lower abdomen... he turns around and places himself in front of the large mirror that reflects her complete image... she bends down and places her legs inside the panties one by one one... then he raises them until they fit into their corresponding place... the fabric passes from her little feet through her delicate legs to her shapely thighs and ends up coming into contact with her privacy... from behind the fabric loses between two firm and round buttocks... in front... it is just... He looks again... he goes back to the bed for the robe, which he also puts in front of him. to the mirror... she doesn't close her robe, she leaves it open, she wants her breasts to see... not completely, but to be displayed... not for anyone else... just for her. He walks to his dresser, while he looks at himself in the mirror again. She takes the bottle of perfume... rose perfume... she places a few dabs on the back of her neck. and others on the inner part of the thighs.... Their senses are filled, breathe the smell of roses, feel his hands attached to his legs... feel her smooth skin... Chopin is in her ears... her lips have each other and a mischievous tongue that comes out from time to time to moisten them... it feels hot standing there. He decides to walk... through his room, around his bed, feeling the soft fabric of her panties play with her sensitive skin. Across In his room there is a trunk, brown and old... he opens its old lid and takes out of its inside a small shoe box tied with a red bow. He goes back to his bed... to his big, comfortable bed... whose quilt is so soft... he sits on the edge... in front of the mirror... he places the box on his bed... he feels a little impatient... hot... nervous even... she looks in the mirror again, it's a complete narcissistic, but what woman wouldn't be if she was as beautiful as Adriana... Adriana!!! Now I remember... her name... is Adriana. Sitting on the edge of the bed and facing the mirror, open her legs slightly... the robe opens a little too... she looks at her eyes. eyes... I would like to be able to kiss... I would like to be able to unfold and kiss his beautiful body... I would like her image, the one that looks at her from the mirror, to come out and I would touch her. She feels the heat, which originates deep within her, and which makes her blush... her cheeks turn pink... like the flowers she loves. Now Take one of these, a rose, that is on her bed. He closes his fist around his stem tried to cut itself... then he opens his hand again and observes that it The only thing he got were small wounds on his palm... some small little spots of blood... she takes the flower again and smells it... the aroma invades her... He passes the soft flower over his forehead, his cheeks, his lips closed... it is soft... like her skin... now she opens the top of her robe... it enough to see her breasts... They are beautiful... neither big nor small... fair, exact... with slightly hardened brown nipples... areolas not very wide... the flower brushes them... caresses them, first the contour, the base... then they rise and fall rubbing the nipples that become completely insolent erect... he does it slowly... he likes it... he looks in the mirror... the image of She with her exposed breasts and her challenging nipples excites her more... part of the heat is focused on his crotch... With his fingers he presses a nipple... a sigh comes out of his mouth... it seems that the mirror image will enjoy the spectacle at the same time as she enjoys seeing her image in the mirror. He throws the rose to the ground while lying down in a pile of red cushions on the same bed... you can continue looking at the mirror... now She spreads her legs further... and her robe opens revealing her panties... those thin and provocative panties that keep your delicate, wet and warm treasure. He would like to tear them off with his hands... but he likes to see them on... It's Chopin's opera 69 or 70, he doesn't remember it, he doesn't care... piano melody is beautiful... his hands that had calmed down a moment ago They do not hold and slide on both sides of the bottom of the robe opening her and exposing her shapely legs and thin panties black... you can see through her semi-transparent panties he is also black her pubic hair... her hands go over her belly, and then to her breasts... which he gently presses and joins, and then separates and releases... his hands They continue, now with the robe almost completely open, towards his neck... and They caress side by side... the tips of their fingers touch his cheeks and finally They settle on your earlobes... you feel humidity down there... your heart still beats slowly... but his mind accelerates... Chopin no longer sounds... now it is... Stravinsky who delights her. He flexes his legs and finishes opening them... he looks at himself well... and then with his right hand he caresses her leg, up to the thigh, to go to place his index finger on her panties, on the part of her pubis... he passes the finger down, encompassing the extent of what the panties cover... the sensation is something impersonal... the fabric does not cause many sensations on its body... decides that the panties must go... closes her eyes and with both hands on the sides of her underwear... and she continues lying down... pulls them down... he takes them out from between his feet and throws them to the ground... Opens his eyes and looks in the mirror... there between her legs she sees her sensual and curly hair that cover her delicate femininity... she likes her beauty... she admires them... more Below is... slightly closed, his hot treasure He opens his legs more and directs his right hand towards his crotch again... With two fingers he separates the folds of her vulva, her two fleshy and pink lips that contain a small button inside... with which Adriana has more than once played... the fingers separate the lips... she looks in the mirror at the scene... the rosacea and in extremely sensitive flesh it seems to imitate the color of roses that sometimes She likes them... there between her lips there are small droplets that she sprayed... evidence of its humidity... run one of your fingers and collect some of that dew... an odorous secretion... which permeates the other fingers of the hand.... feels in a feverish state... his heart slightly accelerated..... and a electric sensation that runs through his body... he loves what he does... and he wants further... He sits up a little on the bed and looks for the box. He opens it and He takes out a goose quill from it... he performs an operation similar to the one he did with the rose... but the feeling this time is different... now they are like shells that the feather produces... she passes them between her breasts and her nipples with his right hand... with his left he takes the left breast and squeezes it gently... he takes his curious nipple with his fingers, from the areolaa nipple hard, challenging the pen guided by the hand passes around him, producing almost unbearable and at the same time exciting pressure ends up putting pressure her flirtatious nipple with her fingers, until causing some pain the contrast of the tickling and the pain he likes he now goes with the pen towards his thighs...the tickling sensation is quite exciting...he wants to direct the pen to the contour of her vulva... but before doing so... she suffers some small convulsions... gentle waves... they shake them... stop for a moment the pen and squeezes both breasts with his hands....rubbing the nipples while she bites her fleshy lips... there in her vagina the contractions are They happen one after the other.... breathe a little while calming down look again the mirror and finds herself still there just as female... just as eager her lascivious gaze rests on his crotch again. Even without fully recovering from the first orgasm, she decides continue with your sexual game... the pen now probes the contour of your sex, disturbing the little beauties he finds and exciting the sensitive skin of that area... the pen comes into contact with her vaginal lips... Adriana can see in the mirror how the sticky liquid that emanates from its interior has run down, wetting his other hole he lifts his hips a little more so he can See it that little rough hole something dark perfectly noticeable draws quite a bit of attention... it is stained by its liquids, which have also stained his quilt. The pen does not rest and now plays lower... in that part to which he has rarely given attention... the tickling and specific sensation that it produces in that area excites her quite a bit... it makes light pressure on his sphincter with the tip of the pen lower the index finger of his left hand and moistening it press again it feels good she thinks He had never done it before but he decided to leave the exploration for another day She brings her left hand towards her wet and hot vulva... He opens it as he did before... he looks at the mirror and directs the pen towards his little girl. bump... the contact is electrifying... move the pen away immediately... He's about to come again... but now the pen is useless... I don't burden... it only torments her... he leaves her on the side of the bed... and now they are his fingers that, impregnated with the emanated flow, begin to play with their point of the pleasure... a single finger comes into contact... and gently rubs that exquisite protuberance... that juicy fruit small but rich in sensations... play around with him... making circles... this makes her delirious... her eyes no longer look at him mirror... they close.... she knows how to do it she has caressed hundreds of times it is rubbed, caressed and played the liquors that emanate help a lot the middle finger slides over the button his mouth twists into a sensual grimace of pleasure he tries to contain himself a little and withdraws his fingers... but instantly the he comes back he can't stop now he uses his whole hand to rub his lusty vulva and thus appease his desire. His hand is now heading towards his hole... his fingers are lost as if absorbed inside their damp case. The Lubrication is abundant... two fingers go in and out... sticky with juices... try three fingers now... no problem at all... her vagina accepts... he inserts them as deep as he can and then takes them out to look at them soaked in those juices the right hand returns to the attack his hand left that caressed her breasts now takes the place of the other hand on her clitoris... the pleasure comes and shakes her several times... her hip movements on the bed make her vote the box... she stops for a moment moment and looks over the side of the bed in search of the box... The contents of the box are poured onto the expensive carpet. beige... picks up the flesh-colored cylindrical object that was there... puts it in in the mouth to moisten it... which is unnecessary since its lubrication is more than enough. He takes it with his left hand and inserts it into his hole... a sigh comes out of his mouth... something more than a sigh... a little scream... he likes it... object is not big, but it is more suitable than your fingers it slips inside her and takes over all her warmth... she now feels full... filled... her fingers return to the attack on his pleasure button... now red and hard... the movements are the same... the other hand controls the object that goes out and in through her vagina... 3...4 orgasms.... she doesn't know it... but her body is driven to total ecstasy again and again.... he wants to see himself in the mirror... observe that bitch who enjoys satisfaction on the bed of a luxurious room in a luxurious apartment...that must definitely be a class bitch...luxurious and haughty Her eyes respond to the desire to observe herself for moments... she is lying down on his side, closing his legs and with only one hand mercilessly attacking his clitoris... the other hand digs into the bedspread... you can see... yes... she's a bitch that has no shame. He feels that if he continues like this he will faint... the pleasure is too much to bear... this is too good... meaningless words escape from his lips... while his body shudders... while the smell female intoxicant mixed with rose perfume floods the room... while Stravinsky does his thing in Pulcinella... while she bites her lips... in a single gasp she succumbs... she turns around herself several times while convulsing with pleasure, with her legs closed, with her hand on her throbbing sex, her hard breasts and her nipples upright, completely blushing, ecstatic and quite tired.... the waves They seem endless but little by little they decrease in intensity, this has been able to have the most intense orgasm that has ever devoured her she feels that if she tries standing up her legs won't obey she feels a little more relaxed now satisfied her muscles lose tension, and the object that was lodged in her vagina is released His head turns and he looks at a delicate rose on his nightstand... a rose. red... her eyes want to close... her hands are now motionless... the rose It is there... so beautiful... so peaceful... impossible to think that one day it will be have to wither... that doesn't matter now.... Adriana will sleep... without worry... aware that later he will wake up and will always be young... like her roses... like her beautiful and fragrant roses. Adriana has had and will have several more experiences I hope soon tell them as long as she tells them to me.