I had spent the days beforehand in a heightened state of arousal. The thought of your hands (were they big or small? rough or soft? long or short?) roaming my body at your whim, eyes roving where they please – it made me wet. You greet me at the door, and incense wafts into the hallway. I’m good in these situations; I know how to enter a stranger’s home. I’m better at this than I am at conversing in a bar or at a party; I feel at ease. We chat as I sip wine, and I notice your eyes flicker to my crossed, stocking-ed legs. I smile at the thought that you’ll soon be seeing me entirely naked, sprawled on that massage table.
“My fetish is to worship the female body over the course of a long massage,” your profile read. And fuck, do you know how to worship! You start slowly, at my neck, and I’m instantly whimpering noises of encouragement. Down my back, to my hips, up to my shoulders, back down; over and over and over. How easily I forget that I adore having my back touched; it’s simultaneously comforting and arousing. Over and over, your hands work their way across my body. I feel myself getting overwhelmed by the stimulation, about to enter a trancelike state… And then your hands move to my ass – as though you hadn’t been dying to touch it the minute I walked through the door. You knead into my muscles, desperate to be wrung of their tension. We both sigh, and I begin to lift into your hands, silently begging for more. More pressure, more speed, more surface area – I don’t know what I want more of, but I want more.
I can picture myself, wriggling and horny and desiring – and it turns me on even more. Never has a sexual interaction felt more about me. There’s no pressure to reciprocate, no expectation – simply an involuntary response to your touch. There’s just me and a pair of hands, stroking my thighs, my inner thighs, my upper thighs, my hips, my lips – oh fuck, my lips! You’re speeding up now, rubbing everything except exactly what I need you to touch, and I’m squirming, whining, writhing, panting, imploring with my hips – this is the sweetest kind of torture – and suddenly your fingers graze my clitoris and my whole body erupts with pleasure, every cell electrified, and my brain goes blank.
