WILD excerpt
All excerpts in this column are done in the "WILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.
The water was hot, and it felt good. It
surrounded him like a blanket of soothing velvet, easing its way not
only over his tired body but into his weary mind. His last bath was in
the mountains, in a stream so clear it was as if he were not in water at
all. If not for the movement of the current, the liquid would have been
truly invisible, odorless and tasteless. And it had been cold, so cold
it stunned him, took his breath away like air rushing from a balloon,
but it was nice, he remembered, so refreshing and invigorating that he
had stayed in for a long time, swimming in a crystal pool with only blue
sky, singing birds, and whispering trees as witnesses.
Ann had stepped behind a screen, and again John
heard her humming, this time a soft, flowing tune, one he had never
heard before but which played through his brain with color and wonder.
He lay his head back on the edge of the tub and closed his eyes. He took
a deep breath, let it out, and let the relaxation cover him like the
water. Though he was in a strange place, he felt safe; there was a
familiarity about it he could not explain but found he did not want any
explanation. With the trust of a baby in his mother's arms, he began to
drift away.
A gentle splash of water stopped him from dozing off to sleep. At his feet stood Ann,
a towel drawn around her. She was pouring a slightly colored liquid
from a delicate glass bottle. A tiny cascade of nectar splashed into the
water causing a fragrance that did not seem foreign to him, but when
she spoke its name, Obsession, it sounded distant. The fragrance wafted to his nose, and all he could think about was how happy he was, particularly to have Ann
in his midst. Instantaneously through the stained glass came the full
brightness of the sun. It silhouetted her so that she was just a
darkened form of motion as she dropped the towel and stepped over the
edge of the copper tub and into the water. She slid down till she was up
to her neck, the ends of her blonde hair coming into play with the water's surface and becoming wet, gathering into tiny soaked strands.
John sat up upon her entrance, and
even though he experienced a pang of regret that he could not gather in
the full sight of her nude body, he also felt the pang of excitement
race through his body just at the glimpse of her feminine outline before
she joined him. Now as she slid a little further into the tub and
stretched out her legs, he sensed that his excitement was spreading
throughout his body and focusing on a very obvious spot.
"Watch this," Ann said as she ran her arms and hands through the water.
Then somewhat to his relief, John saw
the bubbles form and rise, covering the surface of the now even hotter
bath. Better to cover my desire, he thought to himself. "Just like a
little girl," he said to her as he flicked a clump of suds her way.
Then just like a little girl, she giggled, and his heart soared.
"Little girl?" she asked inquisitively.
"Yeah, bubble bath, you look so cute, so playful."
She pushed herself up from the water. The white bubbles clung to
her, covering her, but she took both hands, slowly ran them up her rib
cage till they rested beneath her breasts, and seductively lifted them,
saying, "Hardly little."
John simply smiled, but found his mouth subtly forming into the shape of an "O" when he felt her next move.
She took her right foot and gently slid it down the length of John's inner right thigh. "And definitely not a little girl," she stated as, with her toes, she crossed over John's
body between his right and left thigh, pulling the side of her foot
back toward her, then repeating the journey, this time with a bit more
pressure. Laughing a woman's laugh now, she said, "And from your
reaction, you are no little boy, either."
"Ooh," was all that John could muster
for a response. He felt his knees bend upward and his body slide down
into the all-encompassing wet, his legs opening with the motion. Once
again the massage of her feet trailed along his inner thighs. She used
both feet now, one after the other, sometimes gentle, sometimes
stronger, sometimes making a swift pass, sometimes lingering between his
legs, playing with her toes, causing him to lay his head back and utter
noises that came from deep inside him, gutteral sounds that could only
be associated with pure pleasure.
"You're a tired, sore cowboy, aren't you?" Ann asked.
"If you only knew," he responded.
MILD excerpt
All excerpts in this column are done in the "MILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.
The water was hot, and it felt good. It
surrounded him like a blanket of soothing velvet, easing its way not
only over his tired body but into his weary mind. His last bath was in
the mountains, in a stream so clear it was as if he were not in water at
all. If not for the movement of the current, the liquid would have been
truly invisible, odorless and tasteless. And it had been cold, so cold
it stunned him, took his breath away like air rushing from a balloon,
but it was nice, he remembered, so refreshing and invigorating that he
had stayed in for a long time, swimming in a crystal pool with only blue
sky, singing birds, and whispering trees as witnesses.
Ann had stepped behind a screen, and again John
heard her humming, this time a soft, flowing tune, one he had never
heard before but which played through his brain with color and wonder.
He lay his head back on the edge of the tub and closed his eyes. He took
a deep breath, let it out, and let the relaxation cover him like the
water. Though he was in a strange place, he felt safe; there was a
familiarity about it he could not explain but found he did not want any
explanation. With the trust of a baby in his mother's arms, he began to
drift away.
A gentle splash of water stopped him from dozing off to sleep. At his feet stood Ann,
a towel drawn around her. She was pouring a slightly colored liquid
from a delicate glass bottle. A tiny cascade of nectar splashed into the
water causing a fragrance that did not seem foreign to him, but when
she spoke its name, Obsession, it sounded distant. The fragrance wafted to his nose, and all he could think about was how happy he was, particularly to have Ann
in his midst. Instantaneously through the stained glass came the full
brightness of the sun. It silhouetted her so that she was just a
darkened form of motion as she dropped the towel and stepped over the
edge of the copper tub and into the water. She slid down till she was up
to her neck, the ends of her blonde hair coming into play with the water's surface and becoming wet, gathering into tiny soaked strands.
John sat up upon her entrance, and
even though he experienced a pang of regret that he could not gather in
the full sight of her nude body, he also felt the pang of excitement
race through his body just at the glimpse of her feminine outline before
she joined him. Now as she slid a little further into the tub and
stretched out her legs, he sensed that his excitement was spreading
throughout his body and focusing on a very obvious spot.
"Watch this," Ann said as she ran her arms and hands through the water.
Then somewhat to his relief, John saw
the bubbles form and rise, covering the surface of the now even hotter
bath. "Just like a little girl," he said to her as he flicked a clump of
suds her way.
Then just like a little girl, she giggled, and his heart soared.
"Little girl?" she asked inquisitively.
"Yeah, bubble bath, you look so cute, so playful."
She pushed herself up from the water. The white bubbles clung to
her, covering her yet fully showing her shape. A seductive smile grew on
her lips when she glanced down and slyly said, "Hardly little."
John simply smiled, but found his mouth subtly forming into the shape of an "O" when he felt her next move.
She took her right foot and gently slid it down John's
leg. "And definitely not a little girl," she stated as, with her toes,
she playfully tickled him. Laughing a woman's laugh now, she said, "And
from your reaction, you are no little boy, either."
"Ooh," was all that John could muster
for a response. He felt his knees bend upward and his body slide down
into the all-encompassing wet, his legs opening with the motion. She
took the time to rub him, massage him, causing him to lay his head back
and utter noises that came from deep inside him, gutteral sounds that
could only be associated with pure pleasure.
"You're a tired, sore cowboy, aren't you?" Ann asked.
"If you only knew," he responded.