Love Yourself... Shower Edition

I was planning to write about the G Spot today, but I think I should probably push it to the back burner because something else is far more important.

I'm depressed. It's been a rough year for me, and even though I'm pulling myself up out of most of the pain, it still lingers and surfaces daily – some days are worse than others. Yesterday was definitely one of those days...

There are a ton of actions that a depressed person (chronic or situational; I can point to specific things that depress me and once they're remedied I'm sure I'll feel better – it's just taking a helluva long time) can take and seeing how this is a sex blog, I'm not going to go into details on things that can't be related to sensuality and sexuality. (I'll be writing a few more pick me up posts over the next few days.) If you want more info or just a sounding board, feel free to email me (ida.virgin@yahoo.com).

When I'm down, it's often helpful to focus on the small things. Really tiny things. People tell you to take it a day at a time, but sometimes I'd rather take it hour by hour. And as soon as I write this, I'm going to go and take a shower. Not just any shower though. My shower is going to be a whole sensual event by itself. Why don't you take some time and try it out with me?

We'll start in the bedroom, laying out our clothes. Something nice, something that makes you feel good when you wear it. Something sexy. Nothing too confining or itchy or needing to be adjusted often, but something that makes you feel like a million bucks. Don't forget the underthings. Pick out your favorite bra and panties (if you're a woman, of course). Lay them out carefully, maybe on your bed or a across a chair.

Next, find your candles. Light one near your clothing, a bit of a welcoming flame for when you're ready for them. Put more candles in your bathroom; maybe when you step into the shower you won't need to turn on the lights. I won't. There's something about the dark, hazy glow of candlelight that is so comforting.

Turn on the water and adjust it to suit your need for temperature. I want mine to be plenty hot – not scorching, but the kind of heat that settles into your body when you're cold and refuses to let you stay that way.

While the water is warming, pull off your clothing little by little. Take it slow, easing your shirt off your head or inching down your pants bit by bit. Focus on the sensation it gives your skin. Is it soft? Scratchy? Silky?

When you finally step into the water, close your eyes. Breathe in. Breathe out. Feel the spray as it hits your back or your side or your chest or your face. Does it sting or soothe? What sensations grab you? Lather up your body, running your hands up and over your own skin. Massage yourself, relish in the fact that you're alive. Maybe you want to tease yourself – I might. Touch every inch of yourself, slowly, taking the time to smooth your fingers over every crevice and imperfection and area that you want to hide when you're not alone. Own your body. Whisper messages of love and comfort to yourself – “I am beautiful. I am perfect. Life is wonderful.”

Maybe you're keeping it platonic. Just the sensual glide of your fingers over slick terrain with no building arousal to distract you. If you're not, stop. Move on to your hair. Feel that cool shampoo drop to rest on your hand as you squeeze it from it's bottle. Rub your palms together until that silkeness becomes foam and then bring them to your head; massage your scalp. Work from the top to the bottom or the bottom to the top, but move slowly and deliberately, a centimeter at a time until your head is so relaxed you're not sure you can keep it steady. Then rinse, letting the shampoo run in rivulets down your belly and between the crack of your ass and smile when you realize that this means you need to touch yourself again.

Let your fingers dance their way down you until all the soap is gone and all that's left is to feel the warmth of spray delighting your senses and the scent of your bath products in the air. I hope you have something decadent.

Finish off however you choose... probing your own depths until you release your body's tension in a cry of ecstasy... or stand calmly, hugging your arms around yourself in the heat until the water runs cool and forces you to move.

Either way, as you bring towel to your dampness (slowly, remember – a languid exploration!) look in the mirror and smile to yourself. You are beautiful. You are special. And today is a wonderful day.

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