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Wednesday, May 6, 2009


He pauses at the bathroom door, His hand on the handle. It is never locked but always left slightly ajar. From within comes the sounds of splashing accompanied by her soft humming. He pushes the door open and enters. The room is dark, lit only by a few flickering tongues of candles that throw shadows on the walls. The air is thick with the heady scent of lavender and sandalwood.
The humming stops as He approaches the tub. She looks up at him from her prone position, the oily sudsy water lapping gently at her breasts like waves on a distant shore.

"Yes", she says, her voice dreamy from the heat of the water, a smile crossing her lips. "How may I help you?"
He does not reply but walks to edge of the tub. There must have been something about His demeanour, perhaps she caught a glimpse of His eyes in the glooming light. She sits up straight, the water splashing against the sides.
"What do you want?" slight apprehension creeping into her voice.
He does not speak as He stares down at her and slowly unbuckles His belt, the sound clinking harshly in the quiet of the room. His eyes locked onto hers, he pulls out His soft cock, stroking the tip, while His other hand cups His balls.
"What are you doing?"
But she knows. She knows well what is going to happen for she has seen the signs, heard the hints, gazed at His smirk. And then it happens.
A warm stream pours from His cock to splash against her skin, saturating her already wet breasts, dripping through her hair, droplets splattering her face. She gasps in shock, her eyes stunned that He finally has carried out His threat, but her green eyes do not leave His face as His piss continues to pour over her body, mingling into the lavender scented water. She allows herself to be drenched by Him, for this is what is expected of her. As His First, His Possession, His submissive, it is her duty to accept all of Him, all that He gives to her, and she will willingly do so for she knows that this pleases Him.

Finally the flow is halted. He smiles down at her and growls His approval. Pulling His t-shirt above His head, stepping out of His jeans, he lifts a leg and steps into the tub to join her.......

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