Warm water, soft candlelight, the moon the only light outside my window. Water caresses my skin with the intimacy of a lover. I stretch like a cat, arching my back, not caring that my hair is now in the bath oil. I rub a circle around and around my nipple, making it hard. The luxury of time, alone. The candle's glow was like a border keeping out the rest of the world.
Written for the Erotic Flash Fiction Challenge.
