I am writing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He comes up from the bathroom and looks at me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Without a word, he approaches me directly and starts slowly massaging my shoulders and upper back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His strong hands know what they are doing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He slowly continues moving through my spine. With every precise touch, I can feel my body is relaxing, is indulging into his movements. I’m in a release. I let everything go. My mind is only accepting the feelings arising from his touches.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He drives his way to my arms and hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He comes back to my shoulders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He chooses a different direction this time with his hands leading to my chest. His touches go along my ribs hardly eluding the profile of my tits which are getting harder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I didn’t even notice that my blouse dropped to my belly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I feel the rise of energy in my pelvic area driving its way to my heart. He controls the whole situation. I surrender. I love his hands gently massaging my breast in circles with his steady powerful hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I relaxed my upper body, he goes slowly back to the shoulders. It is like I just woke up after a marvelous sleep! I’m fresh, relaxed and regenerated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He proceeds to do his stuff and let me do my writing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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