1. Telephone Reality


    Date: 4/15/2018, Categories: Masturbation, Author: the_lady_of_shalott, Source: LushStories

    her pearly teeth and utter; “Well, most probably that is correct.” Nobody would dare to throw another biting remark after that. She climbed up the stairs the same way without worrying too much that her skin was goosebumped and that chills were running down her spine. Divna never used the elevator. Her daily grind had turned into a series of carefully performed rituals she didn't want to deprive herself of. No matter that most people would describe her as “chaotic, messy and artistic”, Divna really cared for the order in her personal universe. She wasn't obsessed with housework, albeit she always did things in certain manner and the idea of change wasn't enchanting to her at all. After hanging her handbag on the hat and coat rack in the hallway, she soaked the cherries that were ripe with dark juices in a bowl of cold water. Then she walked slowly to the bathroom and removed each piece of clothing from her shapely body. The woman loved walking around her apartment stark naked and would often “forget” to drop her curtains. It was genuinely entertaining for her to imagine that someone might be watching her on the other side. She secretly hoped that there was such a person. The hot shower stream caressed her creamy skin as she turned the water on. After she spread the chocolate shower gel all over her skin it was time for her intimate massage. Divna shoved her thin fingers between her thighs and started playing with the folds of her pussy. She pressed her back and shoulders ...
    against the terracotta tiled wall and let the shower water rain all over her breasts and stomach with its hot drops. She picked her pace, sank her teeth in her soft lips and hissed like a wild cat while she brought herself to a climax. It was another occasion to enhance the fact that no man or woman she had ever met in her life could touch her in the way she was capable of touching herself. She had no idea why. It didn't make her feel proud or unreachable like a goddess that the mere mortals cannot please. Just a little confused. However, that did not change the fact she had a glorious orgasm. She brushed her teeth carefully. Whenever Divna would give in to her favorite fruits she hated if there were remains of any other food on her teeth. She sneaked out of the bathroom and the tendrils of her hair like shining snakes pleasantly covered her skin. As she was wiping the water off her body with the big, fluffy towel she practiced her catwalk movements in front of the mirror. The woman staring back at her from the glass surface was more charming than beautiful, with a contagious smile and air of innocence to herself. Divna had the habit of staring intensely into her own reflection ever since she was a little girl. That was the time when she started questioning her existence, what relates the person from the reality to what she was seeing in the mirror. What if her world wasn't just a strange illusion created by the deceptive glass, as smooth as lake? She was staring at her face on ...