DOORWAYS TO PERCEPTION...

aldous huxley

As she stood in front of the window,

all those layers of life from the street

with her hands holding her own sweet breasts to the sky,

there was but one sense

high inside her heart...

that of freedom,

physical consciousness.

She was sure that she was invisible

and yet on public display somehow..

her legs were wide,

on the deep pile carpet,

and the silk was wrapped close to her thighs,

tight around her asscheeks..

she stood that way for almost a minute,

drinking in the heady aroma of shamelessness

daring the world to catch her

at her game of exposure...

and her breasts responded

thrusting her nipples into her hands,

squirming against the palms

and insinuating themselves into the creases

of her heartline and lifeline....

There was a dimmer on the main office light...

and she set it low,

so that she could see outside

as well as her own reflection,

and she moved back to the window...

spreading herself to the cool glass,

against the silk around her body...

but it didn't cool her..

she remembered that Janice had a small office refrigerator

and she found wine inside...

and some chilled glasses...

in a matter of moments the zinf hit her...

giggling at the corners of her smile

and heating the parts where her blood was beginning to gather.

with the crystal stemware in her giddy hand

she set off towards the exercise room..

when the door opened to the chrome and steel chamber,

she sucked in her breath...

this was no simple sweatpalace..

but a rarefied health heaven..

she stepped onto something..

and turned the switch...

and it began to move her legs...

without her permission or control,

they were walking,

and her balance was suddenly even more centered in the

juncture of her thighs..

it was as though her legs were trying to upset her equilibrium,

and yet the rest of her was in balance harmony..

easy floating

on the cool steel machine..

her legs stroked back and forth

and her tits moved in rhythm...

and before she knew it,

she was warm within her silk cocoon.

as the heat began to rise inside her,

she turned the switch back

and the machine released her tempo...

for almost an hour she moved from item to item..

testing and trying and tormenting her body,

and yet,

at each piece..

the motion was not quite

IT

not quite the parallel that she sought..

When her room circuit was finished,

she felt exhausted and yet fully revived...

she needed balm for the body...

a flesh workout

but the sauna would have to do instead.

Inside the small cedar room,

she found a warm white fluffy terry robe...

and she took it with her back to the main office...

and there,

right in front of the window,

she began to unbutton the small cloth oriental buttons

that ran from neckline to hemline

on the silken wrap.

as the opening grew deeper,

her tits came into view.. just the inner slope of them...

just enough skin to peek

and then her belly,

and then the pink nylon...

she watched her reflection in the glass..

knowing that anyone could look in the window and see her..

the thought provoked her,

raised her from her interior slumber,

and churned at her inner flames.

there wasn't a reason for this depraved behavior,

save its very uniqueness

its absolute alien way of being.

she rubbed the now loose dress

against her suddenly hard nipples,

swishing its sheen to and fro across the textured skin

which formed the first line of nerve endings within her breasts..

in no time,

she had pulled the dress back from her tits,

and cradled them firmly,

almost roughly

in her hands...

her fingers pulled them and tugged and squeezed and twisted..

and she saw her face in the window

take on another look,

one that was new to her..

one that she liked..

she looked pretty and in command..

and that made her hotter..

made her more insistent as she tormented herself even further.

Her fingers moved over the slope of her flat belly,

down towards where she knew the flames were..

and as she did so,

she felt her thighs move apart...

and the silk fall over her shoulders

and off her arms ..

it clung for a moment until she could tear her fingers free

from their appointed mission,

and then she was free of it,

almost naked and completely on display,

like fine etched jewelry

in a Tiffany glass case.

She knew that the front of her panties

were already a darker color than the rest of them

and she knew why..

she knew that she was in need of more adventure

and she turned and offered her cheeks to the world for review.

Looking over her shoulder,

she saw her own pert, tight asscheeks

cradled in pink nylon

and the long curve of her spine as it ran high into the nape of her neck..

As she admired her form

in the window,

her vision spotted something else,

out of the corner of her eye...

it sat on the side of the desk to her left..

it was long and slender

and sleek and black and chrome...

she wondered how powerful it was

and whether the batteries were fresh,

and so she picked it up,

and switched it on..

and held it to her nipple...

and she soon discovered

that there was more that this small machine was capable of

than just sharpening pencils.

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