Excerpts from a womans diary by , 2,

Dear Diary,
     It's been a few days since Ive written anything but I've been busy. After
holiday stuff you know. It's sad to see another Christmas go by. The millennium
went by with hardly a whimper it seemed. I didn't hear of any problems anyway.
I worked most of the day till almost 11:00 when they mercifully closed early
and then I stopped by the store and picked myself up a bottle of champagne,
Ballatore Spumante.
   I came home to an empty house which is a rare occasion as I'm sure you know.
I came in and just stood there listening to the silence and relishing being
alone. I took off my hated vest and tie and just dropped them in the floor,
took a few steps and dropped the pants and shirt too. It was a bit chilly so I
decided to build myself a fire. That going I ran and jumped in the shower
turning it as hot as I could stand it letting the water run all over me.
   I just stood there listening to the water running over my head and felt so
peaceful. Strawberry soap bubbles up so nicely in my bath sponge and I rubbed
it all over. I told you about the soap my friend Karen gave me. Strawberries
and cream. I was in one of those strange moods where life seems to go in slow
motion and I appreciate small details that I usually let fly right by, like the
slightly rough feel of the bath sponge running over my skin and the slippery
creamy feel of the soap suds running down my legs. I decided to shave and
soaped up my legs and after a minute...rubbed some lather between my legs as
well. Using the razor very carefully I put one foot up onto the edge of the tub
and shaved off all of my red pubic hair as well. Might as well have a fresh
start for the new year right Diary?  I almost spilled my glass of champagne
reaching out through the shower curtain to get it off the counter. Some spilled
down my chest and shocked me for just a second. Then I laughed and poured some
more on myself feeling the cold bubbly run down my body and between my legs
where my skin was newly sensitive.
   I got out of the shower, grabbed my favorite giant towel and ran out to my
fire. It still wasn't 12 yet so I got some more champagne and my comb and sat
naked with my back to the fire combing out my hair. I closed my eyes and I
could feel the tingle of the comb on my scalp.  My hair tickled my back and was
cold on my skin where the fire had made it hot. I started to imagine someone
looking through my window at me sitting there naked and wet in front of this
huge fire. If there was someone looking would he like what he saw? Or would he
think I was bad?
    Finished with my hair I opened my bottle of lotion and started rubbing it
into my legs from my ankles slowly up to my knees and up to my thighs. I took
my time enjoying both the cool feel of the lotion and the idea of someone
watching me enjoy touching myself. Taking a few moments to linger there I
smoothed some into my breasts and down my stomach to where I had just shaved
myself in the shower.  With all the hair gone my skin was especially sensitive
and I'll admit I was feeling warm from more than just the fire. After putting
some more wood on to burn I grabbed my favorite floor pillow and stretched out
comfortably on my back. The fire was roaring now and I didn't bother dressing
but just laid there looking out my picture window at the stars. I could hear
the neighbors setting off fireworks and again thought of someone watching me
and I started to feel all lazy and hot lying there. My skin felt wonderful,
clean from my shower and soft from my soap and lotion and I ran my fingers over
myself across my stomach and up between my breasts. Back and forth from
shoulder to shoulder brought goose bumps to my skin and as I drew lazy circles
around my nipples with the tips of my fingernails a hot tingle shot through my
body. I was amazed how good it felt and used all of my fingertips in circle
after circle around my nipples which were now hard and pointed. I closed my
eyes Diary and just enjoyed the feeling all through my body. After a while I
ran my nails down across my stomach and down between my legs where I had just
shaved , tickling myself lightly making myself shiver. I don't remember any man
ever taking this much time to arouse me in this way. I slid my finger down
lower and I couldn't believe how wet I already was. My soft fingers ran up and
down causing the most wonderful feeling to spread up to where my other hand was
still busy pinching lightly one nipple then the other. I opened my eyes and
looked toward the window this time to see myself reflected there. I almost
laughed at myself then, lying there naked and touching myself and panting even.
Taking two fingers I slipped them inside me as deep as I could get them and
making them very wet. Then I withdrew them and rubbed myself more firmly
playing a game with myself. With one hand still on my breasts and one between
my legs I brought myself gasping almost to the point of coming but then I would
slow down and wait before bringing myself right back. I heard off in the
distance my neighbors going crazy and fireworks exploding like never before, it
was almost midnight. I continued one last time...one hand pinching a bit
harder, the other rubbing a bit faster. I closed my eyes and oh Diary...it felt
so amazingly good and I turned to look at myself in the window just as I let
myself come in one huge rush, my hands still working on my own body in perfect
sync . My vision blurred and my little shout of pleasure was lost in the din of
fireworks and the celebration of my neighbors. Reaching for my champagne I gave
a little toast to the new millennium and to all the new pleasures it would
bring. I describe this to you now Diary because long ago I made a promise that
I would make love on the eve of the millennium and write to you all about it.
Well now I have.