Let there be Light

Janet unlocked the door and walked into her same old den, only much.. much darker tonight.
Her head stubbornly held high , straight shape, breast always exuding immense arrogance are all slouched, drooping, eager to hide in some dark corner of her lonesome apartment.
She lost her pitch today. Fell prey to some dirty in-house politics and watched her dream project slip out of her perfect hands. Can she ever become an independent designer!
Janet walked straight into her living room (also, her temporary office).
There! Right in front hangs all her great creations.. this.. this velvet gown.. n.. n this peach satin dress ..
Defeated, her mind clouded she ran her fingers feeling her hardwork.. and in a sudden spirit of rage Janet threw it all .. tearing them onto the ground.. tears rolling down her cheeks she looked in the mirror.. who is she? Her eyes red from crying, her black curls all haywire, dark plump lips.. she bit them hard.. her low cut dress showed only a hint of the dusky treasure and her nipples were hard.. Janet ran her finger on the silk fabric guarding her nipples.. they reacted to their touch as if they had a life of their own..
She touched the low cut hint right at her cleavage.. and traced a finger as if confused or may be lost far off somewhere..
But it all came back like a slap on her face; how everything went wrong today!

Rage swelled up again and she pressed her nails and pulled them right down, tearing her dress, and scratching herself in the process.

In front of the mirror stood a dusky woman in late 20s, in her red lace lingerie which barely hid her privates.
Looking at herself, and the droplets of blood oozing out of the scratch Janet had mercy.
Now with some care she freed herself of the last pieces covering her and lied on the ground.. as if crumbling atop her own creations.. the silk, the satin, the cotton..
Al those fabrics together caressing her naked body made her close her eyes and twist and turn and snuggle against them.. in their muslin arms..

Janet cupped her right breast with her right palm, taking the left nipple in between her fingers.. rolling them while squeezing the other.
Mmh
She let out a soft moan.. This feels good.

Her hand slid down .. touching her slightly heavy lower abdomen. And down still..
She had shaved 3days ago, some soft traces of hairs felt like velvet.
At once Janet got hold of the cotton fabric at which her buttocks rested.. she pulled it right past in-between her legs and the friction caused made her shudder!
She pressed the fabric at the mound betwixt her inner thighs.. n started rubbing it softly..
Ah.. ah! Mm..
It got drenched in her juice instantly and that made her fingers from top of the fabric slide right in landing on the tip of her rosebud!
Her clit has never felt so enormous..
Janet started rubbing it hard.. hard harderr still!
Aahh ahh .. Her moans filled the room ..
And suddenly, with Janet all spent and heavily panting
 something exploded .. and there was light.
There always is.
A silver lining!