After working all day and enduring the "quarrels" from clients, tired and exhausted I arrived home. I open the door and

After working all day and enduring the "quarrels" from clients, tired and exhausted I arrived home. I open the door and pull the bags that I carry as soon as I enter, because I can't take it anymore. I lie down on the couch and I turn on the TV while I smoke, peacefully and without haste, a cigarette that tastes like blessed glory to me. Once I finish the cigarette, I settle on the sofa, place the cushion and continued watching TV. My eyelids are heavy, they are very heavy; every time I It's harder to keep my eyes focused on my goal, a movie; but in the end My eyes close and I think: "finally some rest...". and I sleep calmly and placidly. After a while, when I go to turn around, the remote control falls and I I wake up, then I go to the kitchen: I take out two glasses of wine, the bottle of wine white and I fill them (you are not here but I feel you); I take a sip, I leave it in its place and I go to the room; I undress, put on the bathrobe and go to the room bathroom I close the door, turn on the bathtub faucet, pour in salt. bathroom and wait for it to fill; once it has been filled with foamy water with a penetrating, erotic and exciting smell, I prepare to take off the garment that covers my skin: I let the bathrobe fall to the floor and then I get into the water slowly, feeling how the foam gently runs over my skin. I stretch inside the bathtub, leaving my entire body covered by a delicious aroma: "It's a shame you're not really here," I think. I stretch out one arm, and with the other I soap it with the sponge, I do it slowly because I want to enjoy the situation. First the arms, then the neck, the legs... I release the sponge and close my eyes; opens the door, you enter and you see me covered in foam and with a face of desire. Without unbutton your shirt, you approach the bathtub, you kneel and insert your hand in the water; you touch me, palpate and walk through my body centimeter by centimeter With the tips of your fingers, you know that I love your touch; you look for my mouth and I you kiss while your hand finds my treasure, my pearl; you start to masturbate me preventing me from moving, so I kiss you more intensely. You touch my breasts with your other hand, I squeeze it with my hand against them and I help you, you are turning me on in a way that only you know do. While you continue masturbating me in contact with the soapy water, hot fluids come out of my pearl; I enjoy the moment, I look for you but I don't I find it, I open my eyes and you're not there. I get out of the water, put on my bathrobe and go to the kitchen: you haven't drunk wine... My imagination full of desire has played tricks on me again pass.