Roseanne's Flaws
Taking off her clothes, she draped them over the stand. Slowly uncovering her body to no one in particular. She wanted to be loved, appreciated, and caressed sensually. As if to have someone worship and tenderly love her body, embrace her flaws as well as her perfections.
Stepping into her shower she let her hands graze her skin, barley touching her locks of hair until moving them up and enfolding her hair in her hands. Drawing them back behind her neck and looking at her bare body. She was a voluptuous woman, a bit on the chubbier side but her figure still stood firm.
Carefully pushing her hair to one side, her hands snaked down, slightly cupping her breasts. It felt like the first time she was appreciating her body. Judging herself harshly was now become a habit for Roseanne but as she looked at herself now she realised her beauty. She no longer felt isolated or captivated to do things for other people.
Her fingers reached up and took her loofah, covering it with soap before doing the same to her body. She took her time, getting every curve of her skin. She felt loved now more than ever, appreciating herself like no one had before.
Always wanting a man in her life is common for most women, Roseanne fell into this category. After getting out of a 6 month relationship with Thom things had been hard for her. But she was slowly starting to discover herself. Really, truly discover the Roseanne inside.
Taking a step back towards the shower head, she watched the white foam slide of her brown skin. Sliding over her breasts, down her stomach, through her soft curls on her mound, down her legs and finally wash off her toes. Her sigh was loud, reviling all tension from her body.
Fingers reaching for the shampoo, she ran it through her hair. Washing it, scrunching it up in her fingers getting a serene image in her mind. She rinsed and conditioned before moving her hands down between her legs. She cleaned her sex, slowly, feeling the smoothness of her lips. The soft feel of her slit, fingers still sliding up touching her clitoris causing a small gasp to emit from her. She cleaned her vulva taking time, care and pleasure in doing so. Her fingers felt no need to go inside her, no need to erect more pleasure than she was already having.
Hand closing around the tap she turned off the flowing water, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around her warm body. Her feet carried her to her bedroom. Shelves stacked with books and magazines, the odd coffee cup lying here and there. She sat on the canopy bed, wind pushing in through her curtains from her bay window.
The towel slipped off her. Body again bare for the world to see. She lay back, hair sprawled across her bed. Her chest heaved and let out deep slow breaths. She felt relaxed and completely at peace.
Standing up, she discarded her towel onto a rack. Flipped open her covers and got in. Cool sheets surrounded her body. A crisp, tingling feeling all over. Her eyelids came to a close as she drifted off into different worlds of imagination.