Everyone’s experienced it. Surely. Have you ever been caught masturbating? Either from your mum knocking on your bedroom door unexpectedly, or a housemate coming home early. It’s one of the more embarrassing experiences¬†in life, but I find can also be quite thrilling.

I’m sat at home alone. It’s been a long week and I’m looking forward to a weekend with the house all to myself. My housemate is away for the weekend with his girlfriend. Elton John is blasting out from my meagre TV speakers and I’ve lit some vanilla scented candles.

I’m wearing my pajamas and walking around the house in big fluffy socks. The heating is on, which makes the house feel extra cosy against the pouring rain outside. I’m debating whether or not to heat up some pizza for dinner or if I should order in some Chinese food. Either way, it’s a cheat day.

I run myself a bath, adding lavender bubbles and I set my bath bomb on the side. I once made the mistake of putting a bath bomb in the bath before being in it myself. It’s not as exciting if you can’t watch it fizz. I place a bowl of strawberries dusted with sugar by the side, and slip off my towel.

The water is very hot. I peek my toe in, before pulling it back out. Instead of running cold water into the bath, I decide instead to go collect the candles. They’re set up in the living room and kitchen, giving a romantic light to the house. I take them all into the bathroom. The bathroom glows beautifully. I switch off all the lights in the house, but curse the fact I don’t have any rose petals to sprinkle. It would have been perfect!

After toe testing again, I decide that the bath temperature is ok. I slip into the steaming water and relax my muscles. It feels so good, letting my body go. The hot water washes over me and steam rising from any skin that surfaces above the water. I can still hear Elton John faintly singing from the living room, as I have kept the bathroom door open.

Sighing, I relax myself further into the tub. I’m just the right height to be able to fully stretch out my legs and have my toes touch one end of the bathtub, whilst my shoulders rested on the other end. It feels quite romantic, even though I’m by myself. Actually, I think a bath by yourself is better than a bath with someone else because it’s just too small space with two people.

Romantic, relaxed and happy, I lie in the bath for a while. The soft candles flicker and dance, casting shadows on the wall. I closer my eyes and slip my hand below the waters. It’s a lovely atmosphere, so of course I’m starting to feel horny. The steaming water feels so good against my skin. It’s a completely different experience touching yourself in the bath.

I let out a long sigh as my fingers trace the lines of my labia, circling out my clitoris before I push them gently inside me. A shudder runs along my body, the sensation feeling like static shock. I drift off in a trance of warm, scented bath water and slow, calculated finger movements. Slow but firm, pushing one, then two fingers inside myself.

With my other hand I start to caress my breast. The nipple peaks above the water and is hard and straining against the cooler air. I pinch it, first lightly, then a little harder. It’s a game I like to play, where I try to see how hard I can pinch it. I like testing my own limit, when the pleasure turns to pain. My nipples it turns out, can take quite a pinching. I let them go, and submerge myself under to ease them.

Still rubbing my breasts, I increase the tempo of my other hand, which is starting to make a few waves in my small tub. My back arches, and I curl my toes in anticipation. I can feel my body drawing closer and closer to the edge. The build up feels so nice, as the hot water caresses my skin. I push a third finger inside myself, keeping the fast pumping pace. Some water is now spilling out of the tub and splashing onto the bathroom floor.

My body tenses up, and I arch myself to the point that my breasts and knees are out of the water, whilst most of my lower half is still submerged. My hands are pushing in and out harder and faster. I use my other hand to press and circle and flick at my clit which is swollen from my arousal.

I hear the betraying noise of keys in the door. My body tenses, but in a different way. The click of the latch being undone, and for a moment I panic. Luckily there are still some bubbles left in the bath and I sit up, and scoop them to cover myself.

I hear footsteps running up and my housemate bursts into the bathroom.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry! I thought you weren’t in, all the lights are off. I just need to pee really badly.”

“Well piss off somewhere else!”

He backs out the bathroom and closes the door. I feel my body releasing the tension, relieved it wasn’t some horrible robber. I start giggling, but the moment has gone and even though I was so close to coming, I decide instead to get out the tub, blow out the candles and finish things in my room.