I Can't Maturbate in Here

After a horrendous day today, I treated myself to a nice hot bath and a glass of wine. I went all out and used both my Kama Sutra Treasures of the Sea bath salts and Mr. Bubble for sensitive skin.  The water was a gorgeous aquamarine color with about 5 inches of wonderful bubbles floating on top.

Ahhhhhh... the hot water enveloped me and it felt super.

Now what?

I don't know about you, but a bath always seems like a good idea until I've been in there for roughly 2 minutes and then I'm bored and want to get out, but I can't. I feel guilty wasting all that hot water and force myself to stay at least until my toes are pruny.

"What can I do?" I wondered while studying the ceiling and lightly drumming Ode to Joy with my nails on the side of the tub. I'd most certainly drop a book in the water, so that thought was immediately out. I considered masturbating, but that doesn't work so well under water. I thought some light stretching might be nice, but it turned into something more like Pilates instead and I slipped under the water and dearly drowned. I considered shaving, but who wants to sit in all those yucky little hairs? Counting bubbles was a lesson in frustration since I can only count to 100 without becoming terribly confused. I re-visited the masturbation issue, but did not overturn my initial decision. I finally settled on seeing if I could agitate the Mr. Bubble enough for the bubbles to go over the sides of the tub. It worked, I got a little arm workout, and I was satisfied that my bath was not a waste of time and water. I got out, lobster red, and more relaxed that I was before.

And that's how I entertained myself in the tub tonight.

You thought it was a masturbation story, didn't you?