Massage

You're feeling a little tense today.

Here, let me give you a massage.

I'll spread a blanket out on the floor for you. Those clothes might get in the way though. Take off at least your top. Don't worry, you won't get cold. Lie down on your stomach. That's it, just rest your head on your hands, close your eyes and relax.

Think of nothing but my hands and your body.

Just let your mind float to every part of the body as I touch it.

There is nothing else in the world right now. Just your body and my hands.

I kneel beside you, rubbing warmed oil into my hands, telling you softly that there is nothing else in the world, just my hands, your body. I reach over and put a hand on each shoulder. I use the heels of my hands, softly at first, semi circular motions, each one a little firmer than the last, moving up from your shoulder blades to the base of your neck. As your muscles slowly start to relax, my hands move, with the same motion, inward and upward, towards your spine and neck, slowly, because there is nothing else in the world right now.

Just my hands, your body.

As I approach your neck and the top of your shoulders, the motion changes. Now my fingers and thumbs start gently kneading those tense muscles all along your neck. A little firmer with each stroke. Never too hard, just enough to feel each muscle, each tendon.

Feel the tension slipping away.

My fingers slowly slide up the side of your neck. My fingertips, stroking up and down, my thumbs with gentle pressure, on every upstroke, on every bone in your neck, to your hairline, my fingers stroking up and down from the side of your neck to just behind your lovely ears.

Just my hands, your body.

Slowly my hands slide down, back to your shoulder blades, then across your shoulders and out your arms. Kneading each and every muscle up towards my fingers, then back towards your body. Back we go, towards your shoulders, then further, towards your spine, my thumbs applying gentle circular motions, as we travel down your spine. My finger and the heels of my hands, drawing all of your energy towards your spine and moving it upward. All the way down to the base of your spine, your hips, your sides, then back up the long muscles under your arms, my fingers brushing the sides of your breasts, but only the sides, teasing, taunting.

There's nothing else in the world right now, just your body, floating in nothingness.

Your body, my hands.

I sit up straighter now, slowly, brush the back of my hand down your back again to the base of your spine and I shift my position a little lower. The back of my hand brushes lightly, very lightly over your oh so pretty rear, and down the back of your thigh to behind your knee, then down the back of your calves as I shift myself lower still. Never losing contact, I move behind you now and move both hands to your ankles, As I slide my hands under your feet, my thumbs start to apply gentle rolling pressure to the soles of your feet, deeper and deeper, never hard, only firm. Moving slowly upward, now your ankles, now your calves. Each and every muscle. Moving steadily upward, moving your energy up, up towards your core. Legs slightly spread now, my thumbs

move across the backs of your knees and onward, upward. I can feel your heat now. I plant a small kiss behind each knee, my hands kneading the muscles in the back of your thighs, still moving upward.

Your body, my hands, my lips.

I straddle your legs, never losing contact, leaving them spread slightly. I'm not sitting on them, but now you can feel my heat through your calves, and the warmth moves upwards as do my hands. Slow deep kneading strokes, my fingers on the outside, my thumbs in, slowly moving upwards with every stroke. My thumbs gently brush the inside of your thigh, not quite, but almost, touching that core of fire. Your hips are rising now, just a little, reaching out, begging my fingers to touch you. And they do, just the slightest touch, as they move further up to your pretty rear, Kneading, spreading, on every upstroke, your hips rise and then fall, grinding yourself into the blanket in

circular motions. As my hands move down again to your upper thighs, I plant a lingering kiss of each cheek, my tongue trailing slightly upwards as my thumbs brush ever so slightly against your lips,

Moving back across you now, back to beside, my hand still resting on your rear, I ask (Shall we do the front now?)

You roll over, my hand never leaving your body, and through half closed eyes gaze into mine and Say "Yes"

My hands on each hip slowly slide down long the outside of your legs as I move my body down yours. First along your upper thigh, my fingers slowly and gently squeezing and releasing, just a slight rubbing motion with my thumbs, then down to just above your

knees, applying the same motion. As I move my hands to your knees, they shift a little

more under your legs, and my fingers open and close in little circles as my thumbs rub over your kneecaps. Moving quicker now, my hands slide down your calves, gently squeezing, gently kneading as I move my body to your feet.

Now we're ready.

I lift your right leg and place your foot on my knee, just raising your leg slightly from the floor and spreading them apart only a little, for now. With both hands, I start kneading the sole of your foot with my thumbs, my fingers stroking from your ankles to your toes. Deeper and deeper, the pressure builds, not too much, but not too little. You can feel the warmth flowing upwards, getting warmer, and hotter as it reaches your thigh. Your toes are tingling, your head is arching back, the last of the tension releasing.

There is nothing else, just this moment. Your body, my hands.

Up and over your ankle, both my hands kneading, working against each other, discovering every muscle, every tendon, every ounce of tension. As I move up your leg, I lean slightly forward. You can feel the heat from me through the sole of your foot. Your legs spread further apart now, with a will of their own, not wide, but now your thighs are clearly separated.

As I reach your knee, I bend over and lift it to my lips, my tongue sliding from beside your kneecap and under to the other side, tracing tiny circles on the way.

Your body, my hands, my lips.

I place your right leg to the side and move my right hand over to your left leg. Then with both hands, I place it on my knee and start kneading and working your sole again, then working all the muscles, all the tension, releasing it.

This time when my hands reach your knee, they continue up, now to your thigh, each hand moving, squeezing, the heels of my hands applying a kneading motion, first together, then alternating, a little higher each time. I bend and place a kiss on your knee, but this time my tongue traces a lazy "S". Tiny currents of electricity flow everywhere my tongue touches. My left arm moves back to your right leg. Your legs spread a

little farther apart, I can feel your heat on my face now. Both my hands on both of your legs, my thumbs inside, a gentle kneading, spreading. I trace another kiss along your right leg now, a little higher than the last, a little more on the inside, as my hands approach the tops of your thighs. Your hips are arching now, your lips spreading. I can feel your heat, your dampness. My thumbs work their way higher yet, kneading, spreading, almost brushing against you, teasing, taunting, coming so close, yet so far away.

Once more I lean over and start tracing another lazy "s" up your thigh, higher this time. Now you can feel my breath against you, I can almost taste your desire, your need. Your hips raise further, your lips spread wider, reaching for my lips, my tongue.

There is nothing else in the world now.

My lips, my tongue, your body, your heat, your need.

"Not quite just yet" I say smiling, knowing full well how much you ache for my lips and how much my lips ache for you "I still have more to massage, I can't

ignore your top, can I? All in good time sweetheart." I move my legs to either side of your hips, straddling them, not sitting on them. You can feel my heat now, and see my need and excitement too. Inside you smile know that I'm teasing myself just as much as I'm

teasing you.

The backs of my hands brush up your sides, just around the outside of your breasts, over your arms to your shoulders, and then across your arms. Gently kneading, gently squeezing, moving towards your shoulders again, across, and then just the fingertips up and down the sides of your neck and down your collarbone. The lightest of touches up and across your face, your cheeks, around your ear lobes and then down your neck again. I lean forward and place a small kiss on your forehead, the tip of your nose, your chin. My hands trace gently outwards, across the top of your breasts and down their sides, just the fingertips touching, very lightly, almost like a feather and then under, spreading my fingers wide, my thumbs in, the heels of my hands resting on your rib cage. My hands move up, applying a little more pressure, my thumbs and my fingers moving together, across the sides of your breasts and underneath, til they join, pulling

your nipples up and out, not hard, but just enough to stiffen them. My hands return to your rib cage again and repeat the same motion, over and again. I lean forward and place a kiss directly between them. As I lean forward you can feel me brushing against the inside of your thighs, very hot, very hard.

There is nothing else in the world. Your body, my hands, my lips, your heat, my heat.

My tongue traces a line, gently curving from the center of your chest, under and up to your nipple, finishing with a gentle sucking. First one side then the other. Then along the sides of your breasts, and under, and up, each time finishing with my lips

pulling gently at your nipples. I tell you how much I love your breasts, so sensitive and tasty, just the right size for my mouth. My tongue, my lips begin to move slowly down, my hands move back up to your breasts, squeezing, fondling, kneading. Crouched like this, you can feel my heat on your knees, very hot, very hard, very wanting, slipping between your legs, throbbing and moving with every stroke of my tongue.

Down and over your belly, I paint a line with small kisses, with each kiss my tongue paints a little circle, my arms at your sides, my hands at your breasts. Just above your belly button, my tongue, my kisses start to move in slow circles, first a little wider and then a little smaller, dipping into your navel, flicking, circling. Now the circles get a little wider, a little lower, my hands slide down your sides, brushing lightly, until they reach the top of your hips. Each time my lips move lower, my hands, kneading, pull your

hips up slightly to meet them. My breath is very hot now, you can feel it flowing over your groin. My moustache gently tickles your lower belly as the circles reach just above your pelvis. Your back arches and small thrusting motions reach for my lips. My chin lightly brushes your pubic area, tickling, teasing, taunting.

There is nothing else in the world. Your body, your fire, your want, your need, my lips, my tongue.

Lower still I go, the circles now become triangles, across your pelvis, then down the top of your thigh and then up your other thigh. My hands move lower now, my fingers slightly behind you, under you, kneading, pulling your hips up at every stroke. Every time my

tongue slides down your thigh, your back arches, your lips reach for mine.

Very hot, very wet.

This time when I reach the bottom of the triangle, my tongue flicks out, just once, my first taste, so sweet, so warm, so wet. My hands slide from behind and lightly brush your hips, my thumbs stroke up and then down, from your hip bones to the top of your thighs.

The triangles now become "V's". Each time when I reach the bottom, my tongue flicks out. Once, twice, three times, my lips on top of yours, my tongue probing, flicking, searching, my breath hot against you. Your body cries out for more, but I sit back, my hands stroking from the tops of your hips, now meeting

inside your thighs, brushing against you lightly with each and every pass. My right hand slides down your left leg, my left over your pubic bone, my thumb pointing down, lightly rubbing, side to side, against the top of your lips, lightly touching your clitoris. I raise my right leg and move your left outside it, spreading your legs. Then my right hand moves up to your pubic area and my left slides down your leg. I spread your legs farther and move between them.

Stretching out farther back, my hands never stopping, I lay on my stomach, my hands now slipping under your thighs. Propped up on my elbows, my hands between your

legs and under grasping your hips, my face nearly touching you, my breath, hot against you.

Nothing else in the world. Your body, your need, your heat, my breath, my lips.

My tongue traces a lazy "S" up the top of your left thigh and then inside, up your outer lips just missing your clitoris. Then over to your right leg, another "S" and up the side of your lips again, just a tiny bit closer. I gently blow hot air on you, your lips open, a rare and beautiful flower, my tongue flicks out, very lightly at first, just barely touching you, your hips thrusting out to it, your legs spread wide. I stretch my arms farther out under you and wrap them up and over your legs until my fingertips can just touch your lips. I spread them even wider. Starting at the bottom, using the width of my tongue, I slowly lick upwards, very slowly, the tip of my tongue twitching, trying to reach in. As I reach the top, only the tip of my tongue remains, flicking small circles, then moving side to side, very quickly, still very lightly. Back down, and then up around the inside of your lips, flicking at the top with each stroke, and then suddenly diving deep inside you, drinking deeply.

Moving to your clitoris again, around and around and finally taking it between my lips and sucking gently, my tongue still flicking across it's tip. My hand pull back under your rear and lift you to my lips, licking faster, alternating pressure and direction, up, down, all

around, sometimes licking, sometimes flicking, sometimes sucking. My hunger is vast, my lips untiring, I want to taste you, devour you. I want you screaming for release and will not be denied now. My finger enters you, turning slow circles while moving in and out, my tongue never stops, faster, slower, harder, lighter, in every direction, The waves building in your body, mounting, small shudders. Each wave larger than the last, until your legs tense, tightly capturing my head. Still I don't stop until that final wave hits, flushes your whole body, moaning, screaming, your legs tighten even more and then relax and completely release yourself into my waiting lips.

Your whole body now feels like rubber, completely relaxed as I move up to your side and place my arms around you and hold you close placing small kisses on your neck and your brow.

That's your massage. What happens next is up to you and how much energy you have left.

What do you want to do next??