She is home from her evening
Of unexpected magic,
Of spontaneous revelation.
The bath fills slowly, sounding like a stream.
Memories of the night, newborn and fresh,
Dance in the scented candle-flames
Which stand like patient ushers
Guiding recent experience
To nestle into her mind, seeking a home
For ease of future access,
To be revisited at will.
They will require no search,
Burned as they will be into her conscious waking,
Her awakening and its beautiful power
Pervading, at some level,
Every state of mind, every activity
From the mundane to the thrilling
Her now unshaded light will shine
From this moment on.
This memory,
The beautiful moment and power of connection
To two souls who recognised hers
And appreciated,
Recognised,
Touched with words and genuine care,
Who saw and confirmed her beauty.
She slips into the bath
And closes her eyes,
The water’s warmth envelopes her skin
In the memory of Brenda’s embrace.
Placing her hands on her breasts
Her nipples stiffen and remember Brenda’s against hers.
She undulates slowly under the water,
Recalling the dance, and the kiss…
Oh God…THAT KISS!
That kiss that opened a portal
Into a new realm of being,
Where timidity met its end
And the true Molly stepped into the light
And seized the day.
Her hands stray and wander freely
Over her body,
As if discovering herself for the first time.
Her legs open of their own volition
Beckoning her own hands
With the same readiness and welcome
She had shown to Brenda’s tongue,
While John had held her firmly from behind
His manhood pressed hard against her back
Strong arms across her breasts
Anchoring her,
Empowering her to fly
Without fear…freely…wildly,
As Brenda tasted
And drank of her arousal.
Her fingers carry that memory between her wet lips
And press down on her button
One finger pushes inside,
Her thumb runs little circles around her clitoris
Sending raw sexual energy
Spiralling upwards through her chakras
The memory of unleashing into Brenda’s soft mouth.
Another finger joins the first, inside,
And her memory skips,
Fast-forwarding to John’s cock,
His initial foray into her folds
A moment’s teasing…
Intensifying her desire
Then slamming hard home
His lust and hers had merged,
United,
Becoming an unstoppable force
Of wanting and fucking.
Her fingers now embody the memory
Her hips rise to meet their thrusting
Rhythmic splashes echo off the tiles
Accompanied by her gasps
As she remembers every magnificent drive
Entering her
Stretching her
Filling her with flesh
She grips her pussy and tits tightly
As the memory of orgasm
Plays out in present reality,
And she cums…
Oh God, does she cum!
Surrendering to its awesome energy,
She drops any and all defence.
Her orgasm runs its rampant course
With a will of its own,
Leaving no cell un-kissed,
No corner of her being untouched.
Wave after wave
Until, finally, it is spent.
She basks in her own afterglow…
Sated,
Until she is ready
Emerging from the water
She stands before the full-length mirror.
She sees what they saw.
She wants, as they wanted.
Stepping nearer,
She smiles at her own smile,
Looks into her own eyes,
Seeing their shine,
And recognises herself for the first time.
Moving closer still
Her palms held up
She touches and greets her reflection.
She presses her breasts into the glass
Its coolness igniting a fire in her nipples again,
She leans forward and kisses her own lips.
A single tear of joy escapes one eye,
Rolls down her cheek
And drops onto her breast.
She breathes the words she never could say to herself before
“I love you.”
