23-07-2025, 12:35 AM
Forgotten Things
Thursday, around 12:05 PM
The warm stream of water flowed over Neetu’s skin like liquid silk,
Soothing and insistent,
Tracing every delicate curve with a gentle persistence
That made her body shiver with quiet pleasure.
She leaned her head back against the cool tiled wall,
Eyes fluttering closed as the heat seeped deep into her muscles,
Loosening the tension she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
A small sigh escaped her lips, soft and unguarded,
Mingling with the faint hiss of the water pouring down.
Around her, the bathroom was thick with steam,
A warm fog that blurred the edges of the small space and softened the sharpness of the world beyond.
The subtle scent of rose-scented body oil still clung to her skin, mingling with the fresh,
Clean aroma of water.
The droplets ran in shimmering rivulets down her neck and along the gentle swell of her collarbone,
Catching the light as they slid slowly in between her breasts.
For a few precious minutes, it was bliss—just Neetu and the warm water,
Wrapped in an intimate cocoon where time seemed to slow, and the outside world faded to nothing.
Her breathing settled into an easy cadence, each inhale pulling in the moist air,
Each exhale carrying away the weight of her worries.
She let herself sink into the moment,
feeling her body soften and stretch under the gentle touch of the water.
- o -
Thursday, around 12:05 PM
The warm stream of water flowed over Neetu’s skin like liquid silk,
Soothing and insistent,
Tracing every delicate curve with a gentle persistence
That made her body shiver with quiet pleasure.
She leaned her head back against the cool tiled wall,
Eyes fluttering closed as the heat seeped deep into her muscles,
Loosening the tension she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
A small sigh escaped her lips, soft and unguarded,
Mingling with the faint hiss of the water pouring down.
Around her, the bathroom was thick with steam,
A warm fog that blurred the edges of the small space and softened the sharpness of the world beyond.
The subtle scent of rose-scented body oil still clung to her skin, mingling with the fresh,
Clean aroma of water.
The droplets ran in shimmering rivulets down her neck and along the gentle swell of her collarbone,
Catching the light as they slid slowly in between her breasts.
For a few precious minutes, it was bliss—just Neetu and the warm water,
Wrapped in an intimate cocoon where time seemed to slow, and the outside world faded to nothing.
Her breathing settled into an easy cadence, each inhale pulling in the moist air,
Each exhale carrying away the weight of her worries.
She let herself sink into the moment,
feeling her body soften and stretch under the gentle touch of the water.
- o -
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