Submerged to my shoulders in warm water, the soapy bubbles softly popping, the water lapping at my exposed shoulders and breasts.
It feels like your fingers last night, the bubbles are like the soft kisses your lips left all over them, my nipples harden and remind me how tender they are from your constant attention to them.
The sponge glides over every inch of my body and closing my eyes, it becomes your hands, slightly ruff, and I again feel the the hands of a hard working, strong yet gentle Man I have learnt to adore.
The soft bruises on the inside of my thighs is a reminder of your hands gripping them to keep me open and still, to allow your mouth to drink me in, because you were in complete control in that moment.
The bite marks in strange places make me smile and moan as I remember your soft words as you marked me as yours.
As I relax and soak in the water, my mind thrilled to belong to you,