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Post by crayle on Mar 3, 2009 14:34:36 GMT -4
I try to relax and not worry about my clothes. But... that is... I mean, my money, keys, ID cell phone, plastic--my whole identity is in those clothes!
"Did I really forget about giving you all my clothes?"
Taylor's talented hands work, rubbing me all over, relaxing me in spite of myself....
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 3, 2009 18:01:52 GMT -4
"You must have, dear. Everything is right over there. Now stop worrying about it." Her voice is almost icy and you immediately calm down. "You're making this massage more difficult than it needs to be."
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Post by crayle on Mar 3, 2009 20:57:47 GMT -4
"Y-yes,Ma'am," Suddenly feeling very docile and obedient, I let her continue, wondering what's next.
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 3, 2009 21:02:26 GMT -4
"That's right." She coos in you ear as you massages the oil into your skin. Soon you're nearly asleep as you continues talking to you, "Not feeling so smug now, are we? Oh no...you're not going to be that guy ever again are you. Pompous and arrogant. You're more like a little sissy girl now aren't you?"
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Post by crayle on Mar 4, 2009 4:41:42 GMT -4
"I-I guess so," My voice somehow seems much softer
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Post by crayle on Mar 4, 2009 4:42:38 GMT -4
And Taylor's hands, working over my body, are arousing me! I feel so-o-o sexy!
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 4, 2009 6:12:09 GMT -4
The shudder of pleasure you have makes Taylor almost grin, but she suppresses it and kneads your skin a little harder. "That must feel pretty nice, huh?"
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Post by crayle on Mar 4, 2009 11:22:07 GMT -4
I'm afraid my excitement is getting more and more apparent! I squirm nervously, confused about my feelings: sexy pleasure, embarassment at lying here nude in this pretty woman's hand, and curiosity about how she'll react to my obvious state!
"Mmm-hmm," I sigh.
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 4, 2009 20:07:51 GMT -4
Taylor looks at your reaction and smiles. She decides to tease you for a moment, and her lingering fingertips leave you breathless. Then she pulls away and continues massaging you. You wonder about the effect the oil on you as your physical reaction begins to fade....
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Post by crayle on Mar 4, 2009 20:54:38 GMT -4
I wonder, Is she just going to leave me frustrated and needy like this? But she pays no further atention to my state. I want to see the effect this oil is having on my skin... I start to sit up...
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 4, 2009 21:08:12 GMT -4
"Stay down," Taylor commands. You snap back to the table without another sound. "Close your eyes."
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Post by crayle on Mar 5, 2009 5:47:18 GMT -4
I obediently lie back and close my eyes, somehow feeling more embarrassed and aroused than ever. Why is she teasing me like this? Then I get a naughty idea: perhaps when she tells me to roll over on my stomach, I can do something about my condition. Meantime, I lie there on my back, tingling all over, and await her next command. Did I say "command" Who's in charge here, anyway?
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 6, 2009 0:40:28 GMT -4
"Roll over," she says like talking to a pet, and you respond immediately. She begins to word on your back and the backs of your legs.
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Post by crayle on Mar 6, 2009 4:49:22 GMT -4
And while she works, I squirm about, ever so slightly, rubbing my privates gently against the towel beneath me. It feels so-o-o-o good! I wiggle my butt to increase the pleasureable sensations, rubbing a bit harder on the towels, hoping Tayor won't notice.....
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 6, 2009 11:02:05 GMT -4
Taylor grins and presses down on your hips and grinds them into the table. "You like that?"
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