Massage

Massage

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Summary

A bad day turns into a memorable evening...

Summary

A bad day turns into a memorable evening...

Content

Submitted: April 27, 2016

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Content

Submitted: April 27, 2016

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How’s your day been? Horrid? Lie down, drop the towel and I’ll massage away your troubles. Honestly, go lie down. I best take this off...

I remove my robe then warm the oil for you before I start, a circular pool in my palm, rubbing hands together to warm and coat.

Are you ticklish? I’ll be swift. Grasping your feet with oil slicked hands and thrusting my hands forwards and up. No time to tickle as I slide over your flesh. You feel better already don’t you? Shhh. Close your eyes. Imagine a cloud, a beach, the sea, the sun... anything that relaxes you. Breathe in and out and concentrate on the rise and fall of your chest as my hands work up your long legs. Grabbing your calves and pressing your flesh, oil gliding up to knees. I might lean down and kiss you then an open mouthed kiss on the back of your knee.

Was that inappropriate or was it the tickle of my curls on your thighs as I leaned in to kiss that made you shiver? The press of my breasts against your flesh as my mouth met your skin.

 My hands are up working between your thighs now. Smooth skin. Puckering as I press. Thumbs digging into you, unknotting the tension and helping you forget your bad day.

You can’t see but I’m straddling you, over your knees looking between your legs and up further to your perfect body. That tantalising patch of hair, I yearn to taste you. I lower my eyes and move my fingers up, to grasp your buttocks, lift you slightly towards me. My hair is touching yours now as I sit at the top of your legs.

My fingers trace along your arms as I lower myself further running a finger up and down, lingering at the crease in your arm. A teasing touch feathering light and then moving again to hold a wrist. They’re above your head. I’m holding them. Both of them like I’m forcing you into something you don’t want.

Am I?

You want this don’t you?

I ache for it.  Hunger for you. My lips touch yours and I press. We sigh. And I know then it’s OK. I apply a little more pressure, move a little.  Flick of the hips. Hardly at all, but it lights the flames.

I lean forward then as flat as I can go. Feel your tits under me pressing against mine and I moan. You open your eyes, black with desire. And at last our mouths meet. We kiss. Just a whisper of a touch at first as your arm lowers, winds around my waist, holds me tight against you.

Longing is satisfied to let other urges take hold, a darker desire requiring sating. Our kisses increase as your day is forgotten and we start a night neither of us will ever forget. 


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