Immerse

 She shut the door behind her and sighed. She hung the keys on the paper mache key holder the one that her sister made for her and walked to the bedroom. She looked at her bed, smiled and said " It was a good day!". She threw her tired self on the bed, looked up at the ceiling, managing to draw a smile on her perfectly sculpted lips she told herself, "no.... it was a really great day!". She went to the kitchen, poured herself a glass of wine, red like the colour of her favourite lipstick. Sat on the couch, kicked off the heels, closed her eyes and took a deep breathe, calmed her mind and sipped the wine as she let the silence heal her. Nothing could really make her feel at peace that night except for her own self. She was the strong and confident kind, self critical and always trying to hide away from the overwhelming feeling of love. She didn't let anything tame her but hey it's life, sometimes it's just easier to let things be.

  "May be today is not the day that I have it all but I haven't lost anything either." She thought, sipping on her wine "I love myself and I'm gonna create" is what she felt time and again. Love wasn't something she waited for or just badly needed. She was fine without it. It was something she knew would get her distracted but then again she was always hopeful and had faith in love, in desires and fantasies that would one day certainly be manifested. She was indeed a Goddess, untamed, powerful and proud of her sexuality.

  And for once she thought, she finally had the whole house to herself. She had her chance. She could do anything, she could be anything. It was her stage to experiment, to bloom. She could dance, she could sing, she could jump. Lay down, be naked and run around the house if she wanted. It was her space and she could be anything but scared. She found herself smiling, laughing, crying and giggling just like a child in a playground, she was simply happy, ready to immerse in herself. She slipped out of her dress, untied her hair, put some lipstick on and looked in the mirror. She threw on a lacy hot lingerie and started to feel herself. She felt her thighs, she touched her arms, she kissed her wrists and looked at her hands. She slid her one leg over the other and blushed at the sound of the ghungroos dancing on her anklet as she did it. She bent down and felt her calves slowly running her hands up to her bottoms. 

  She flipped her hair back an watched her breasts as she came up and within a second she hopped to her computer and played some music. She then sat on the bed, closed her eyes and slowly felt the linen, she ran her long fingers on the delicate bedsheet and grabbed it hard as she lay flat on her back. Her hands slowly sliding on the bed she started to touch herself again. This time cautiously moving her fingers through her hair to the face and sliding down her neck, feeling every bit of her cheeks, her long and elegant neck. Slowly passionately feeling her bossoms she went ahead and gave them a nice squeeze. Sliding slowly down her hips she found herself moving towards her spot. She smiled and giggled remembering all of the pleasures that went down there. But none of them strong enough for her to see a shiny blue heaven. She smiled to herself and glided her hands to her thighs. She was amazed how good she felt as she touched her smooth skin. As she reached to her knees she pulled her legs to her chest, squeezing the boobs again with the force, she cuddled herself. She was surprised how she had managed to give goosebumps to herself.

 As she lay there in her arms she didn't even notice that silence had once again filled the room. "may be, just this once I had someone to cuddle with, maybe....just..this...once..." and she dismissed the thought as it occurred.