Fun In The Tub
Well, I’m clean now. So to speak.
What a nice bath! I selected a book and started filling the tub, with the addition of some grape bubble bath. When the water got high enough, I engaged the jets and slid in with the book, but an obscenely ridiculous amount of foam and bubbles ensued. It got comical, so I set aside the book and played in the bubbles.
I dipped and submerged and sculpted, and between all the foam smearing and the jets, started feeling frisky. This is good, because it was looking like the downers of the past couple days were gonna finish off my sex drive for the month.
The jets are powerful but sometimes they are too much for playtime. Instead I got the hand shower unit and unscrewed the head from it. I turned on the water just enough to get a nice warm jet without too much intensity, and just let the whole experience rub me the right way. Two Os, one big and one little. Very nice.
After the last tremors passed, I turned off the shower hose and drew my legs up, fetal style, on my chest, my ears below water, and lay there like an egg, content. Eventually I felt like washing, but for a time it was a peaceful and content while, although a bit loud.
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