Private Arts
A bubble bath, a glass of wine, and an erotic story
I closed the door and lit two candles. As their scent filled the air, I inhaled deeply and took off my robe, hanging it on the door hook. I paused for a minute and looked in the mirror. I didn’t look like I had in my thirties, but for someone who just passed the ‘Big-50’, I didn’t look too bad. Still shorter than I ever wanted to be, how I always envied those tall supermodel-types. I mean would a couple of inches have bee...
