Resist

The water traveled all along my body, and I closed my eyes and imagined a beautiful woman dressed like a queen or a whore. At her feet were a couple of slaves, as submissive as her master was gorgeous. Something deep inside was telling me I wasn't supposed to think this kind of things despite honoring my body and not touching me in unseemly ways. I was just playing with my imagination a little.... But at the same time it whispered in my ear:

Oh, but... Doesn't it feel good?