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Oh! What a feeling!
They keep telling me to go with my feelings.
So I’m trying to discern what my feelings are.
Right now at this moment I’m sitting here at my computer, it’s early morning, quiet and cool. I have had a nice cup of coffee and I’m boiling some eggs for breakfast.
I’m wearing satiny panties, a bra and pretty little nightie with a flowers pattern. The panties are soft and cool, the bra feels softly supporting, and the nightie is so light and silky.
I can feel my hair gently tickle my cheeks, which are smooth and relaxed. My lips are soft and I can taste the sexy stickiness of lipstick. I can imagine the touch of another mouth on mine, the tiny reluctance of our lips to part from one another.
I can feel the absolute joy of being female.
I cross my legs and feel the sussuration of my pantyhose, softly vibrating together. I look at my slim ankles and my sweet black heels, and I can imagine the sound they make when I’m walking past the lovely wedding shops on Sydney Road. O Lord to be young and gorgeous enough to wear some of those creations! I can almost feel the breathless floating.
I feel the soft smile on my face as I allow myself to be Clare, a woman with the powerful burgeoning essence of woman. The strength of the nurturing presence, confident and able to give so much love to the world.
I breathe my perfume, Giorgio. The sense of deep peace and joy of the feminine.
How can anybody deny these feelings? How can I not choose to be Clare?