Becoming Angela

It’s a grey and rainy afternoon, the wet streets glisten as I walk back to my apartment where Angela waits… for me to surrender my outer self and let her feminine soul be free. As I walk up the steps and turn the key, I hear her soft voice purring “...relax...open yourself, caress me, let me fulfill your dreams.”

I walk through the door and close it gently behind me.  The hallway is dark… I leave the lights off and turn up the heat to take a slight chill from the air. As I hang up my coat and take off my shoes, Angela whispers “...a bath… a nice hot bath would be perfect.”

The heat is coming up and I can hear the hiss of the radiators as I remove my clothes and run the bath, lighting a half dozen white candles by the side of the tub. Steam rises as I step in, then gently lower myself until the water surrounds me, holding me in its warm embrace. I close my eyes and breathe deeply, slowly, letting my body relax and soften.

As I listen to the rain outside and my own soft breathing… my hands begin to slowly caress, my legs gently open as fingers run over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. As I lay back and relax, my body and soul open to the feminine energy within me, and I feel myself becoming Angela. “It feels so good,” she whispers, and I smile… her smile, her soft lips are my own.

I wash my hair and as I run my fingers through I feel it flowing longer, down my back and across my shoulders. I soap all over to cleanse my body of the outside world, caressing my chest, feeling the curves and weight of my breasts in each hand. My back arches as I gently squeeze the nipples, my moist lips part slightly and I sigh.

With a generous lather of foam I gently shave my legs… all over until smooth. 

Rising from the tub I rub my legs and body with essential oils and lotions until soft and silky… and then wrap myself in a luscious white terry robe. It’s time for a glass of champagne.

I open a bottle of Vueve Cliquot and pour a glass, take a sip, and walk to the bedroom.

I towel off my long dark hair, and blow it dry while brushing it in long soft strokes, then flat iron so it’s nice and straight, shiny and beautiful. Next comes face moisturizer, concealer, a nice warm BB cream for even tone. I pencil my brows, apply a light smoky eyeshadow and eyeliner, blush and a gorgeous dark red lipstick.

The champagne is giving me a nice soft buzz as I put a beautiful black lace bralette, ruffled panties, garter and black thigh high stockings. To make the outfit perfect, a pair of shiny black stiletto heels.

Standing before the mirror I am Angela, beautiful, desirable... I cup and caress my breasts, the long hair flowing over them, my pouty red lips and sparkling eyes looking back at me. My legs slightly open as I stand tall in the stilettos, the feeling of sheer stockings against soft skin.

I sit on the edge of the bed, finish the champagne and place the glass on the bedside table.

Closing my eyes, I lie back on six fluffy pillows and crisp white sheets enchanted by the perfume of freshly washed hair. With one hand I caress my breasts and lightly pinch each nipple, with the other I caress between my legs, my hips moving in a sensual rhythm. I lean my head back, dark red lips open and sigh deeply, every sensation enhanced by the powerful feminine energy radiating from my body and soul. The erotic sensation of my feet in heels, sheer stockings on my legs, silky ruffled panties, bra pushing up my breasts is overwhelming. My longing, my desire to be Angela is finally reality.