I love massages. At least once a month, and always with the request of a male masseuse, I end up naked in a massage parlor room laying on a table hoping I’ll leave a puddle behind. Even when I don’t get off from their hands, the massage is enjoyable.

So here I am at 33 weeks pregnant thinking first thing, 9am the morning after the fourth, is the perfect time for a massage appointment. Well my masseuse had a bit of fun yesterday and is running 30 minutes late apparently deathly hungover. I spoke with him and expressed my displeasure, I’ve had four glasses of cucumber water and am in and out of a robe in the room by myself taking scandalous selfies and making myself extremely horny.

I told him the only way to make it up was get here ASAP and provide me happy endings throughout. I didn’t tell him this, but I’ll be butt naked playing with myself on the table when he gets here and I expect him to pick it up it from there 😌

TGIF, God Bless America and wish me countless orgasms over the next 2 hours!