The Story of Desire in "[privvysart]"

Rose petals float around her in "[privvysart]" as warm water laps at bare skin. One hand cups a breast, the other disappears beneath bubbles. "[privvysart]" catches the exact moment her eyes flutter shut, lips parting on a silent "oh". Fingers move beneath the surface, building speed while her free hand grips the tub’s edge. Water sloshes with every thrust of her hips chasing friction. She whispers "[privvysart]" like a secret, louder and louder until the word becomes a scream. The orgasm ripples through her like the water itself, back arching clear of the surface, crying "[privvysart]" as waves of pleasure make the bath overflow. 244 words.