Okay family, bare with me. This is my attempt to pull off my very first short story. Please give me some constructive criticism as I aim to improve my writing skills. Last night she had the most sensual bath ever. The music was playing. The water temperature was delicious. The aroma from the bath salt marinated the atmosphere with an intoxicating fragrance. As she slid down to wrap her body completely in the soft silkyness of the textured water, she had a surprize visitor. Her baby had come to bath her weary, exhausted body. He looked her firmly in her eyes with an emotionless expression. The clarity of his intent could not be misunderstood. He lathered his hands with the tone soap that rested on the ledge of the shower wall. Gently and all so delicately he glided his hands across her arm while gazing deeply into the core of her soul. He ran his hands up and down slowly around her soft sensual arm. The sound of the music and bubbles settling in the water echoed in the stillness of the night. As she rested her eyes and heart within her baby's essence, she slid into his existence and was held captive in his intent. He slowly but all so gracefully washed and massaged her entire body. Her breast grew like sheilds as his hand brushed past them to her belly and legs. she closed her eyes and was swept away in his presence. Her whole being tingled and quiverd lightly with pure delight. She could feel his hands gliding across her softened legs and the water spiriling from the invasion of his touch. She let out a sigh of comfort and delight and nothing else mattered to her more than her baby's touch. He caress one leg at a time then moved back up to her breast. She begin to breath deep and heavily now as her body temperature heated the water that was now beginning to cool. He placed both his large hands upon her breast, palming and gently massaging them while her fruit ached passionately for his touched. Then he grabbed her hands and washed them all so delicately. All she could think about is how much she loved him and how did he get here. Her mind roamed every possiblity of the actions he might consider to take. While lost in her thoughts and ecstasy his hand reached down between her thighs into the water where her peach rested and awaited his touch. His finger brushed against her clitoris and her peached went histerical, releasing its nectar into the water. As he played her **** like a beautiful harp, the lullaby he song her with his hands relieved all her anxieties. He parted her peach in an attempt to wash in between the creases of her fold. she and her fruit was all so hot and thirsty for more. As she began to cry and tell him how sorry she was for the pain she'd caused him, he gently shhhhhhhed her before the words could escape her lips. As the tears ran down her face pleasure and remorsed danced heavenly together on the wings of her thoughts. she closed her eyes once again and he played her fruit for what seems like hours. And she danced and song the words to his lullaby by releasing her own melodies and beats. He could feel her beats raging forcefully inside her as the milky cream of her delight replenished his energy. He then reached over and softly kissed her on her suppled lips and she knew how much he'd loved her. And just like that, he was gone. she slept so soundly without a care in the world,........ because that was the basis of her baby's intent. I love you, was the last thing she had whispered in the night, as she laid motionless until the dawn.