Sharub
Just a Mooh!
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2015
Her dark eyes felt tired and dry, continuously fluttering, betraying her otherwise active stance to whoever would just look at her; another long day was about to come to an end, the last steps over the concrete walkway feeling like of victory after a long marathon lasted the whole burdensome day. With a sigh, she closed the door on her back, closing her eyes and slowly realizing that it was done. All done. And all she will do for the next hours will be solely for her relaxation and for her own good, no more studies... no more part time tasks... no more weightlifting in an overcrowded gym... and the thought of a warm, sweet, shower made her melt on the spot, she had to master her willpower just to move few more steps in the dimly lit apartment.
Minutes passed like a football-ball kicked away, making her feeling that her life wasn't really going to be enjoyed, tired of following a task right after the other, barely having the time to come home, take a shower, eat something, relax a little on her bed before slumping in a restorating sleep and then repeat it all again. Lost in her thoughts, she stopped in front of the full-figure mirror in the bathroom, caressing its surface and let the steam of the shower to trickle down the glass, slowly, as she continued to wipe the mirror, her face appeared. Long corvine hairs that encased a slender face, almond-shaped emerald eyes that seemed to shone in contrast with her tanned skin, thin lips tightly moving in a satisfied grin as her slender fingers removed the steam from the mirror, admiring her young, pert breasts, loving the way her body maintained her fat-tissue alive, with her dark nipples sitting on top of her gravity-defying breasts even if her body, toned and proper of a trained gym-girl. She felt almost entranced by that sight, somewhat narcisistic held her eyes glued to her own reflex, until a slow ache crept from her feets and rose to her knees, transforming that satisfied grin into a grimace of discomfort and tiredness.
Grabbing one of her blended-food she prepared in the morning, Diane walked with her naked body still dripping with warm drops of water around the home, skipping the un-tidy blocks of paper and the discarded clothes scattered everywhere, giving the appearance of a post-thief home, and, with her cold drinkable-dinner in her hand, she dreamt of her bed in a dream-like daze, needing... desiring the fresh bedsheets to stick against her warm, tired body, almost feeling it to caress her, with a few gulps, the dinner was done and with a smile and a groan, the tanned girl lied there, spread-eagle on her bed, feeling her soap-scented skin being dried by the cotton sheets, cursing herself for feling her head already giving up and slowly, yet abruptly falling into a well-deserved rest...
Minutes passed like a football-ball kicked away, making her feeling that her life wasn't really going to be enjoyed, tired of following a task right after the other, barely having the time to come home, take a shower, eat something, relax a little on her bed before slumping in a restorating sleep and then repeat it all again. Lost in her thoughts, she stopped in front of the full-figure mirror in the bathroom, caressing its surface and let the steam of the shower to trickle down the glass, slowly, as she continued to wipe the mirror, her face appeared. Long corvine hairs that encased a slender face, almond-shaped emerald eyes that seemed to shone in contrast with her tanned skin, thin lips tightly moving in a satisfied grin as her slender fingers removed the steam from the mirror, admiring her young, pert breasts, loving the way her body maintained her fat-tissue alive, with her dark nipples sitting on top of her gravity-defying breasts even if her body, toned and proper of a trained gym-girl. She felt almost entranced by that sight, somewhat narcisistic held her eyes glued to her own reflex, until a slow ache crept from her feets and rose to her knees, transforming that satisfied grin into a grimace of discomfort and tiredness.
Grabbing one of her blended-food she prepared in the morning, Diane walked with her naked body still dripping with warm drops of water around the home, skipping the un-tidy blocks of paper and the discarded clothes scattered everywhere, giving the appearance of a post-thief home, and, with her cold drinkable-dinner in her hand, she dreamt of her bed in a dream-like daze, needing... desiring the fresh bedsheets to stick against her warm, tired body, almost feeling it to caress her, with a few gulps, the dinner was done and with a smile and a groan, the tanned girl lied there, spread-eagle on her bed, feeling her soap-scented skin being dried by the cotton sheets, cursing herself for feling her head already giving up and slowly, yet abruptly falling into a well-deserved rest...