Ever fantasize about a massage that goes a bit further than intended?
Imagine: Things have been hectic lately, and you've been looking forward to a massage to help you to relax and unwind. We've made our plans in advance and I arrive at your place at the arranged time with supplies (wine, towels, massage oil, scented candles...) You greet me at the door and invite me in. We sit on your sofa, open the bottle of wine, talk for a bit until you feel comfortable, and then we move to your bedroom.
You get undressed and lie face-down on your bed, with only a small towel covering you. I warm my hands, and then begin by working on your shoulders and back with long, firm strokes. Over the next hour or so, I massage, stroke, and caress your sore and sensitive spots thoroughly, from head to toe.
As the session nears an end and you're relaxed, my touch softens and slows. I run my fingers lightly up and down the insides of your thighs, and you feel a familiar tingle start. The towel slips off and falls to the floor. I don't retrieve it, and you don't ask me to. In a whisper, I ask if you'd allow me use my tongue to massage that special spot between your legs. You smile at me and say "I thought you'd never ask..."
Me: 52, SWM, safe, sane, gentle. Looking to please you.
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