It wasn’t long before several people responded to Part One of what was supposed to be a two-part post; you can find the initial post on my profile.

Truthfully, I didn’t expect to receive so many responses. I didn’t get to complete part two before she found me. A mid 20’s executive in control of every detail of her life. She saw my post and was curious about what it would be like to enter a space where she would not need to make a single decision. To give herself entirely over to a moment where she is the center of attention, every detail and action directed at pleasing her would be in the hands of this other person.

She recently experienced a therapeutic massage and was aroused by the idea that the masseuse would exceed what is professionally allowed. What would it feel like if his hands grazed the side of her breast just a little longer? Would he dare give her a Nuru massage and focus on the most intimate aspects of the most erogenous areas of her body until she experienced a full orgasm? She would never dare to ask. But here it was, an opportunity to experience just what she wanted.

As we discussed other posts on my profile, we quickly realized that we also have some common interests around sensory play, using blindfolds, and a bit of a stranger kink. Quickly the conversation evolved to what it would look like if we combined all of these kinks.

Two days later and three soft knocks on the door... As I open the door, there she stands, as if she came right out of the page of an erotica novel, her long flowing blond hair draped over a white blouse, the top buttons undone and bottom tied, displaying her soft sensuous cleavage for anyone in that hotel hallway to see. A pencil, schoolgirl, mini skirt, stockings, and black heels put her long sexy legs out, screaming I am here. And she was wearing a blindfold as instructed.

Our first hello is the touch of my hand as I grab hers and guide her in. She heard my voice for the first time as I whispered in her ear how beautiful she looked. We shared a few drinks as we broke the ice, yet she was still not allowed to see me. As you can see by a few images on my profile on a post with a similar name, the evening slowly unfolds with a mix of eroticism and sensuality.

Ultimately leading to the reason we even started a conversation. On the bed are a set of towels and massage oils. I give her privacy to disrobe and lay under the towels, and when she is ready, she calls out for me.

As we discussed, we enjoyed a full-body massage, working her shoulders, arms, back, legs, and feet slowly and methodically. Focusing on pressure points as I read her body, her breathing, and her sighs. In time pushing a boundary as my hand not only grazes the side of her breast but starts to caress them. As I work her thighs, my thumbs trace the inside of her thighs until they reach either side of her lips. Without touching her lips, I create pressure inwards as the sighs turn to moans. And as tempting as it is to caress her lips and enjoy how wet she is, we pause. There is no greater foreplay than anticipation.

As she flips, the massage continues. Nearly naked myself, her hand's caress and grab me, stroking me as I try to caress her jawline and neck. Because of our prior discussions around kinks, I applied firm pressure right under both ears as my hand is under her jawline, and my free hand has started to trace the outline of her clit. She is so fucking wet as we experience the crossing of a BDSM kink and the sensuality of a Nuru massage.

Ultimately what transpired was a very unique and creative experience birthed from a combination of mutual desires, kinks, and some fantasy play that was kept stored away and not given permission to be explored until that night.

What is that unexpressed fantasy for you? Does the idea of relinquishing the need to make any decisions and give in to a moment simply jump off the page? Dare to create your own unique experience.

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