Massage Any One

He knocks on the door.

I’ll just pretend, I think to myself as slowly I open the door. This way I say, as we play our game, I wonder how this will end. Both excited and nervous I lead the way.

He dims the light’s; it feels like a cosy cocoon for two. He holds up the towel and focuses on my eyes. When you are ready, he says, as I begin to take off my cloths. I’m new to this game not sure what to do so I pretend that I’m in a spa, but secretly this is a fantasy created by a man I barely know.

I feel his hands, both gentle and soft as they glide across my back. This is lovely I think as I slowly relax, giving myself to him and the night. His fingers grow bolder, my breath grows shorter. My body is starting to heat. He whispers about the new techniques he’s learnt and could he try them on me. Quite new he whispers, internal massage and would I be okay with that. I groan as I nod not able to speak as his fingers grow bolder and bolder. They glide in and out, the sensation intense as everything fades but his touch. My body is tingling, my fists are clenched as I move to the rhythm he sets. I feel his breath, his lips and teeth bombarded by sensations I find release. As I come down from my glow, I feel his hands both gentle and soft, as they glide across my back.