The Massage

The Massage The Massage

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Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

The massage is a story about how sensual and pleasurable it can be.

Summary

The massage is a story about how sensual and pleasurable it can be.

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Submitted: March 23, 2017

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Submitted: March 23, 2017

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THE MASSAGE

By

DosMarie

 

 

 

 

As I was lying upon our bed, I asked you to give me a massage. You walked over to the bed with a bottle of oil in your hands replying my dear I was waiting for your request.  Generously you oil your hands and pour some on my feet. As you begin to rub the oil into my feet, a moan of pleasure escapes my lips, as you rub my heels, ankles, soles and my toes. You continue up to my calves kneading the tension away. The aroma from the oil is intoxicating I feel my flower becoming moist. 

 

Stopping abruptly you turn to get more oil and marvel at how the oil is being kept warm.  The pressure of your hands sliding across my thighs and brushing against my flower causes chills to flow like waterfalls down my back.  Whilst you were retrieving more oil you encouraged me to turn over. The drops of the warm oil rolling down my buttocks, is heightening my desires for you. Your hands move slowly up and down my buttock, causing a burst of moans to escape from my lips. I begged you to stop so we could make love.

 

You retorted not now my love there are many more pleasures to be had. Skillfully you roll me onto my back and run your hands lovingly between my legs and inserted one of your fingers into my flower. I tighten my petals around your finger. You slide your finger deeper into my flower, whiles you are rubbing my bulb with your thumb. With a deep voice saturated in desire you say I see you are moist my dear let me see if I can make you wetter. 

 

You pour oil into your hands and let some of it drop on my breast. You take one of my breasts into your hands and start to massage it tenderly. You Move to my other breast and do the same.  You looked at me passionately and began to disrobe.

 

I watch in awes the body I love giving pleasure to. I wet my lips and invite you into the bed with my tongue. Sliding into bed you gather me into your arms and run your tongue over my lips and into my mouth.

 

Your kisses move from my lips to my shoulders then to my neck down to my breast and to my nipples. Expertly you open the petals of my flower with your tongue bringing me tiny waves of orgasms. I ask you to let me give you pleasure as well. You reposition yourself so I can give your crown jewel a polish. You gently pull your crown jewel from my mouth and position yourself over me. You take my legs and placed them over your shoulders and 

 Slowly penetrate my flower. 

The feeling of your crown jewel pulsating inside of me opened the floodgates of my desires. I scream out in elation.  You hold me securely until you have emptied every drop of your rain inside of my flower. You collapse onto me.

THE END

 

 


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