The fantasy of a massage
This week has been so stressful that I’ve done nothing but work, drink a lot of coffee, and have a recurring fantasy of giving you a full body massage. I think my brain keeps trying to hijack me into my happy place.
I would light some candles and put some fluffy sheets on the bed, help you undress… once you are naked you lie face down on the sheets with your head on a pillow and close your eyes…
Some would have soft music, but I don’t… I want to hear every sigh or moan that escapes your lips and I want to hear the sound of my oiled hands on your skin. I want to hear the changes in your breathing.
If you would like a scented oil, I would use whatever you like. But if you don’t really want it, I’d go fragrance free because I love the smell of your skin, I’d hate to mask that. Perceptible only on a subconscious level the change is our natural scents based on our state of arousal is fascinating to me. That’s probably why I want to bury my face in your neck, your chest, your hair… get inspired.
That’s where I’d start… with your hair. While my hands are still dry, I would stand behind you and do a slow scalp massage. Effleurage, slow circles with my fingertips, varying degrees of pressure covering every inch of your scalp from hairline to bottom, my hands in your soft hair. I would rub your temples, paying special attention to your ears…then tracing your ears with my fingertips, massaging them…holding them in my palms…whispering in your ear how beautiful you are and how I love your body so much … and to ask you to relax and focus on nothing but what you feel. More effleurage and some light touches on the scalp before moving on to the neck and shoulders…
I would warm the oil and test it on the inside of my arm to make sure the temperature is perfect…melt it on my shoulders and upper back between my shoulder blades…as always starting with effleurage to warm your skin and getting used to the touch…running my fingers over your muscles feeling where you have tension and tension…same as the scapula…massaging more firmly from the shoulders…outside the arms…neck and back working all the tension for you.
I am completely focused on you, your body, your responses… it makes me so happy.
Going down the middle of my back… efleurage, firmer pressure… I wonder if you can feel in my touch how much I want you. How I love to touch you. I’m not overtly sexual, but my attraction to you is evident in how deliberate my attention is.
Now on to the lower back and hips… the lower back is where a lot of people have emotional stress and can feel how tense you are. I heat the oil and work the lower back muscles until they are relaxed – with fingertips, palm, fist… increasing the pressure slowly so I can work deeper into your muscles without pain… and you feel a release of tension on that you didn’t even know you had…
I rub more oil all over your back and gently cover your skin so that when I put two fingers of each hand, two inches on either side of the spine and with fairly firm pressure, they roll in smooth, flowing, at the base of the column upwards, …moving faster with each pass.
In acupressure, two centimeters on each side of your spine is your sexual pressure point. Stimulating these pathways should arouse arousal and increase sexual response. Of course, we don’t need any help in this area, but I’d like to test the theory.
I would love to test any theory that requires me to touch your bare body.
I wonder if you would be completely relaxed at this point… possibly falling asleep… or if you would just enjoy it as a non-sexual massage, like getting a sports massage at the gym…or if you’d enjoy the relaxing look with a subtle undercurrent of arousal…stay focused on what I’m doing, but you can’t help but anticipate what I might do when I reach your more intimate parts. If maybe when I get there I would touch you in ways no clinical massage therapist would dare without risking their license.
I think about it so often. I love the idea of both of us being solely focused on whatever part of your body I’m touching at the moment…incredibly focused attention. It’s all about you…
I think I was working my way down from behind you… I heated the oil again. As you feel it land on the skin on your butt… running down the sides of your hips to the top of your thighs… between your buttocks running to the back of your testicles…
You don’t say anything, but I can feel an almost imperceptible tightening and your breathing a little shallower. I never want to make you feel uncomfortable, so I place my hands on the sides of your hips and ask you if you’re okay… if you want me to stop? You say “don’t stop” in a voice that I know means you’re feeling more than relaxed. I start massaging the sides of your hips before moving to your lower back and repeating this for a few strokes before gently running my fingers over your ass. Lightly at first with just the fingertips, gradually more pressure and you begin to relax as I massage more firmly, both hands gripping your bottom firmly, methodically, rising a little in response… changing my touch, with my left hand I gently run my nails over each buttock, leaving not an inch of skin neglected… I gasped sharply as I felt the saddle fingers of my right hand gently push the dripping oil onto my testicles. Your skin absorbs the oil just like anywhere else, but the feelings aren’t as relaxing…it’s hard to be relaxed with the jolts of pleasure from my slippery fingers sliding over your testicles and now incredibly sensitive ass. As the electricity flows from my fingers through your skin…even though I haven’t touched and can’t even reach your cock, you can feel a special pleasure rushing through it as you begin to harden.
Your breathing has noticeably changed…not deeper and more relaxed but shallower and faster…It takes me a second to put my fingers on your neck and you can’t see my smile as I find your pulse and I see your heart beating, beating faster…
As much as I love massaging your body, it’s hard to be patient right now. My nipples harden and pussy gets so wet. My body craves you. I don’t need more oil but I take some anyway because it means bending down between your legs and pushing my breasts up your ass…the pressure feels so good but I need more so I just a few seconds of pleasure is too much for the torture to stop so quickly.
I place my hands on the inside of each of your thighs… pushing your legs a little further… the extra warm slippery oil running over your ass again… my fingers sliding over your skin again… . this time following the oil drips with my finger between your bottoms…rubbing the oil gently between them and following with another finger so I just work the warm oil between your bottoms amazingly from top to bottom to your testicles…body yours is tense, but before I can ask if you want me to stop, you let out a guttural moan, quiet but louder than before.
You may feel conflicted because it feels so good and there is something so exciting about allowing yourself to be open and allowing me to handle every inch of your body… but there is a tension between us vulnerabilities and unknown sources of pleasure. ..and being acutely aware of being so exposed. That tension that enhances physical pleasure surprises you.
I love that you didn’t stop me… sliding my slippery fingers between your buttocks until your body starts to relax again and I can feel you giving in to the sensation it’s so hot I don’t want to stop. I didn’t even realize I had changed my position to be on your right leg until I wanted to fall off my knees to crush you.
But I control myself to continue your massage…
It’s unspoken, but the palpable sexual energy that radiates from us in unison is impossible to ignore.
The fact that our sexual intensity together is so much greater than our individual sum is amazing. It’s like a physical/mental example of infinite recursion where we feed off each other’s desire and pleasure until it turns into something far beyond anything either of us could achieve on our own.
I continue down your body, my hands still coated in oil slide to the junction of your thighs and bottom… between your legs… I liberally drizzle more warm oil over the back of your thighs to your knees… I start on the outside of your thighs with my now familiar effleurage pattern…fingertips, palms…gradually increasing pressure…deeply massaging the outer and back of my thighs…moving to lighter pressure, alternating with gentler strokes on sensitive inner thighs . I can’t resist massaging your testicles again…tracing a path with my fingertip from the base of the scrotum to the bottom…I’m trying to keep it just a massage at this point, but I can’t help myself … feel my long hair tickling the backs of your legs as I lean down to kiss the inside of your thighs … first with my lips, then with my mouth open, sucking gently and pushing my tongue against your oh so sensitive skin … as I lick and kiss you up, you smile as you finally realize why I wanted to use coconut oil and nothing scented because I wanted something that wouldn’t interfere with the taste of your skin.
As I’m about to push your legs further, to my delight, you instinctively do so… giving me more access to your body. The top of my head and my soft hair touches your bottom as I cover your testicles with kisses, licks, you can hear the wet sounds of my open mouth on your testicles… your breathing is heavier and you stand up hoping that I will lay down underneath and grab your throbbing cock and it takes all the willpower I have not to do just that…
But I love your need so much… I want to tease you until you hint that you need more… until you’re in such a state of hyper arousal… your need for me so great that you take control and take me…while giving me what you know I so desperately need.
As you try to stay in control and try to focus on the pleasures of my mouth as the sensations themselves that let things progress… on your ass… kisses, again gentle and chaste at first… if you reaching down to cover your bare ass with kisses could ever be considered chaste…then mouth open…my tongue, sucking you…surprising you with my teeth…not painful, just to- I cover your ass with gentle play alternating biting with flicks of my eager tongue… as my oil coated fingers again travel from your aching testicles to deftly disappearing between your buttocks, working the warm oil and the perfect pressure and speed of my fingers everywhere…
You moan now and move your hips to actively press yourself against the bed trying to get some friction on your now throbbing cock. I stop what I’m doing and don’t say a word as I place my hands on your hips holding you still.
There is no force, you could have continued to eat… but your need to see this play out while enjoying the care of my hands… mouth… on you is stronger than your pressing need of rubbing against your painful penis.
As much as I love slowly exploring your body, there’s no doubt that I was thorough, but I didn’t linger over the backs of your knees, calves… legs.
Did you know that the nervous system is arranged so that the part of our brain that processes the physical sensations in our feet is adjacent to the genital sensation area? That’s why some people find feet particularly sexual, and some can even orgasm if their feet are touched.
I’m not one of those people…foot massages are amazingly pleasurable, but not in a sexual way…but if I’m already turned on, where every touch fuels that, even in non-traditional erogenous zones, I wonder if it would sexually in that state. I think about this as I rub your feet working between your toes…releasing any knots or tension…reflexology is complicated but the techniques seem to feel good so I work your feet until I can’t take it anymore. ..I know that as soon as I’m done, you’ll be back and I’ll have access to your cock, which I know is so hard already…
I start to ask you to turn around, but you turned around before I could finish the sentence. Nothing relaxed about you at the moment…
I know if I were in control, I’d make you wait… wait… and continue to rise from your soles… to your feet, but I can’t…
I’m stuck for a second looking at your throbbing cock and cum gushing under my gaze and you have no idea what I have in mind, but you have no intention of waiting any longer.
Your legs are slightly open kneesFold.
– Come here. Your mouth. Now.
It wasn’t a request…you’re clearly taking control…but there’s something else. Something besides the affectionate dominance in your voice… an audible need, almost a plea… in your voice.
I’m processing all of this on some subconscious level because I’m powerless to do anything but suck your cock. I move between your legs and wrap my lips around the head of your cock as you dig your fingers deep into my hair. Guiding my head to your cock…guiding me to suck your swollen head then deeper until your shaft is buried deep in my mouth…sucking you as I slide my mouth up and down … your hands in my hair, you moan my name in pleasure… you think about letting me continue until you enter my mouth… I suck the cum from my cock as you come off almost faster than I can swallow. ..
But you look past your cock in my mouth for a second and notice that I’m on my knees bent forward so my ass is in the air. You know me so well, you don’t have to see to know that my tight wet pussy is twitching with need.
You gently guide your mouth away from my cock and spend a second stroking my hair and holding my face in your hand running your thumb over my bottom lip. I love the way you look at me… it leaves no doubt that you want me.
You get up and move quickly behind me – your angry cock still wet from my mouth… I try to follow you off the bed but a “don’t you dare move” keeps me where I am and I know what that means, floods in my pussy…and I didn’t think I could get any more wet.