I dropped the sponge I was holding and whilst water poured down on me, I slowly let my hand move down towards my pussy, moving my fingers over the ou...side, teasing myself with my fingers.With my other hand, I start to caress both of my large, firm breasts, feeling my hard nipples between my fingers. It felt so good feeling the droplets of warm water hit each breast as I touched them. Holding my head back, I moaned as I slowly inserted one finger into my warm, wet pussy. It felt so slippery and. “Oooo, that feels nice to,” she purred.I moved my hand until I found her pussy. She lifted her upper leg allowing me easy access. I traced my finger around the outside of her pussy lips. She already swollen and very wet. My fingers became moist and slippery. I moved them along the length of the crack between her lips. “That feels much better,” she said as her breathing was becoming more rapid. “It’s been so long since a man has touched me and kissed me in those places. D … don’t stop.”I pushed. . okay, really. Just not firm as she had once kept it ... back when she had written the good stuff. Before the crap. That's when it started to slip. That's when everything started to slip. But with a little work, she could firm up the rest of her body. Maybe with a little work ... she could firm up ... What? Everything? Could she?She continued to look in the mirror. She still had a nice body, really. Overall. There was just a little bit of crap that she needed to shed. She found herself looking. I'm not gay, I tried to be, but I can't be. I don't find men attractive. Perhaps its a self loathing, that I hate being a man. It would be fun to have sex with a guy as a woman, but I cannot imagine kissing a guy, or going on a date with one. Men are not for me. My biggest fantasies involve me being submissive. To be tied up, stripped naked, spanked, whipped, fucked with a strapon. Like the lesbian bondage videos I watched as a teen. I didn't even masturbate to them back then, I just marvelled.