I love a long, hot shower where I wash and rinse every inch of my body after a day of hard work. I just helped a bicurious woman move an entire house in 2 days, so despite my hair looking fucking amazing, I need to wash the sweat & odor off my body. My skin is salt crusted and my armpits smell like onions. It's been a long, hard day of watching her bend over in clingy, jersey knit shorts with no panties on and stopping myself from rubbing my hand along that center seam. Straight women will be the end of me, I swear. As I first start to rinse off, my skin is slick with sweat, and the humid shower has surrounded me in hot, wet musk. I begin to soap off my body, trading one slip inducer for another, and warm vanilla begins to fill the air. I'm absent-mindedly washing the rest of my body, being cute, being quirky, until it's time to make myself cum. I think about her smirk as she asks me loaded questions. About how she tells me she's never been with a woman, knowing what those words do to me. About how she enjoys others questioning our relationship. About how the only thing I required to fuck her stupid is consent. My body explodes, and pleasure takes over my body, once, twice.. I couldn't tell anymore if it was multiple orgasms or one long rippling wave. God damnit I want to fuck her. I want to seduce her and fuck her right fucking now. But consent.. enthusiast consent.. I want her to want it enough to ask for it, and then I want to listen to her plead for more. But for now, fucking myself in the shower after staring at a bicurious muscle mommy is better for my mental health. I need to start doing collabs with hot femmes. Enjoy the shower.
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