This morning after waking and feeling myself up and enjoying my sensuality and smoothness in bed, I head to the shower and indulge in what is now ritual for me.

I soap and then take my razor and cream and carefully shave my body.
I have a totally smooth pubic area and armpits.

After feeling myself up in the shower and pulling on my nipples I step out and dry.

As I bend over to towel my long smooth legs I notice last nights effort have paid off.
My nails are a beautiful shade of red.

I add some feminine deodorant and walk naked to the bedroom.

Checking myself in the mirror I smile and suck my tummy in further.
I half turn to admire my bottom and place a hand on my hip, posing and flirting with myself.

I cross to the drawers and slowly open the first - the silk, cotton, lace and nylon are treasures to me.

I sift through and marvel at the styles and colours.
I choose a black lace pair and lay them delicately down on the bed.
I close the drawer and open the next, repeating the process selecting a black full cup bra with pretty detailing.
Laying that above the knickers I return to the next drawer down and select a pair of black tights.

I lay on the bed and close my eyes - I imagine falling asleep and then being suddenly awoken by an inquisitive but slightly shocked female.

I dare not move, my eyes searching for acceptance and willing them to convey back a predatory but accepting confirmation everything is ok.

I close my eyes again and with each hand, locate my nipples.
Ever so gently I brush them which feels like electricity and makes me emit a soft groan.
I imagine painted nails raking across them and circling the areolas.

Opening my eyes I reach for the knickers and slide them on, pulling them tightly up.
I stand and locate the foot of each tights leg and draw them up my smooth calves and thighs.

I locate the bra clips and fasten around my midriff and place each arm through.
Moving to the back of the wardrobe I locate a pair of black heels and carefully step into each one.
This gives me height and a powerful sexy feeling in my calves.

Moving towards the hanging rail, I separate each item to locate the black lace topped dress I require to finalise this outfit.

I reach over to an open glass box and pick out a lipstick and some mascara.

Carefully I apply this in the mirror and imagine being watched over by a teacher, before being acknowledged for a good job done.