As she pressed the power button on the razor, her heart raced with anticipation. The soft whirring sound it made sent shivers down her spine. She gently ran the razor over her skin, feeling the sensation of the cool metal against her warm body. Her breathing became more labored as she focused on the task at hand.
Slowly but surely, she shaved every inch of her body, the razor gliding effortlessly over her smooth, supple skin. The scent of her arousal filled the room, making it hard for her to concentrate on anything but the powerful emotions coursing through her veins.
Finally, she was finished. She looked in the mirror and admired her new-found smoothness, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. But it was the desire burning in her eyes that caught her attention most of all. She wanted him; she needed him.
