Object of my own Desire This journal is from Madeline's growing collection of journals at Madeline's YesRoom (http://www.yesroom.com). In addition to more journals, you can find erotic stories and softcore site reviews at Madeline's YesRoom. Enjoy! ********************** Object of my own Desire by Madeline 3 October 2000 This journal may be reposted to usenet and the web under the following conditions: (1) No fee is charged to view the journal, (2) a link to Madeline's YesRoom (http://www.yesroom.com) is included, (3) Madeline is e-mailed at madeline@yesroom.com informing her of the repost, and (4) the text is not altered, including this copyright notice. Thanks! -- Madeline ********************** It must have been my mood that morning. I was thoughtful, contemplative. I found myself entranced with the sight of my naked body as I stepped into the shower. In the large mirror, my eyes traced the contours of my body. My gaze swooped through the curves of my grapefruit-sized breasts, down through the hourglass of my waist and hips, past the dark hair of my sex, and over my long, well-muscled legs. I stepped into the shower, the clear glass slightly steamy. I continued to watch myself in the mirror as I immersed myself in the warm flow of water. My skin gleamed with wetness. My hair slicked back and darkened with the water. My eyes were dark and penetrating, surrounded by wet lashes. I was totally spellbound by the sight of myself. I felt like I must have been looking at someone else. Surely I could not be quite so captivating. My body, the one that I eat and sleep and clothe every day, is more mundane, more practical than this one that had riveted my attention. I could not be my own object of desire. But I was. It was all me. I shampooed my hair, marveling at the heightened sensations of my fingers massaging my scalp. I lathered my body, relishing the sight and feel of my hands on the sudsy smoothness of my skin. I wash my sex, giving myself more time and attention than usual. I conditioned my hair, watching myself as I combed the tangles out of my long, black-looking hair. I closed my eyes to wash my face, leaving me with no image of myself in the mirror, but instead a heightened awareness of the warm water cascading down my body and the steamy air entering my lungs. After enjoying the warmth of the shower for a few more moments, I turned off the water, grabbed my towel, and began the practicalities of my day. My sexual contemplation of my own body gave way to thoughts of my goals in the day ahead of me. I know that this mood will return in a few days, probably when I am least expecting it. I will luxuriate in it again, enjoying every moment of the raw sensuality of being the object of my own sexual desire. So I wait patiently for the return of this sensual delight. -- Madeline ********************** Madeline madeline@yesroom.com Madeline's YesRoom http://www.yesroom.com Madeline's YesRoom offers high-quality erotic stories, Madeline's journals, softcore site reviews, erotic penpals, and chat. Updated daily!