Story - The Naked Woman
Warning : Nudity The sound of the wind blowing. The sound of the leaves rustling. The sound of heavy breathing as she stared at her naked reflection in the mirror. She moved a hand listlessly through her jet-black waist length hair, feeling a few strands come off. She stroked her face with a finger, closing her eyes and feeling every tiny part of it, as if she did not want to forget even a single wrinkle or one of those hard pimples that come out each winter. She slid her hand over her body taking every inch of it in, particularly her breasts, feeling the shape of them, along with remembering what they represented to her. She kept going downwards, over her chest, and her navel, finally stopping at her womanhood. Funny word, womanhood. She thought, the corners of her lips turning ever so slightly upwards. She decided that she didn't like the word very much. Her hand roved the area, exploring previously unexplored regions and finding the meaning of her identity. At