I am not getting any younger. I know what it means to count years now instead of hours. So, my final conclusion is this: I am going to use my body in every beautiful way that I can before it will no longer allow me to. Following is an appropriate quote often attributed to Mavis Leyrer:
“Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand – strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming “WOOHOO – What a Ride!””
The catharsis (cleansing of body and soul)
Sensual showers are one of my greatest joys. I use them to unwind and completely wash away the day. Hell, sometimes I have really good ones to get rid of the week.
I like to have music playing. Sensual music with a pulse. I really like to dance naked in front of the mirror while I am wet from a shower. I move: touching my own skin as if I was my own lover. Somehow, this attention paid directly to myself is uplifting. It is good for the self-esteem, too.
I always wanted someone to watch me without me actually knowing about it, but nobody has yet. Though, all the men closest to me (and a few of the women) know this is my fantasy. I wonder what keeps people from following their fantasies. It isn’t like people can read each other’s minds. If I want to take a bath and jerk off with an eight-inch toy while I think about one of my lovers ravishing me, that is my business.
I could talk about my fantasies for a whole month and just barely scratch the surface. I think that I have sex on my brain as often as men do (maybe more).
