All about warm. It took me, not for granted but just took hold of me and pounded against me, really warm and steamy water beating against my face, my body, which felt so amazing. Why ever leave?
I knew what was next. Dry off and begin the lotion and oils. What scent reminded me of the experience I wanted to know today?
I found one….mmm…or two. They smelled so good in the bathroom as the steam was still swirling around me but filtering out into the bedroom. Intoxicating.
I knew what was next. I knew what I was supposed to do. But yes, I knew what I was going to do. I was going nowhere else but – to bed. With every part of me cleaned, scrubbed and buffed, I started to slowly rub lotion, on one place to another, to another and finally another.
I knew I needed to start all over again to add more moisture to my skin.
My sheets became wet…moist with lotion and oil. Having turned the fan on overhead, the steam and heat that felt so good just moments ago was now in direct competition with the fan’s breeze blowing against me, against every pore on my body, bringing the scent of the lotion and the oil all around me and all around the room. It was nothing short of a mix of anticipation and satisfaction.
I knew what I was to do next. I also knew what I was going to do next. And it was going to be worth it.