This is a short story, mostly from the female perspective. You can imagine you are getting fucked by your husband, your boyfriend, or that guy you really like ...
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First of all, your eyes need to adjust to the dimness. The only light that illuminates the darkness is provided by a few scented candles that are scattered throughout the room. You can see the massage oil on the nightstand next to the bed I instruct you to undress. Nervous but excited, you slowly take off your shirt and pants, revealing a lacy pink bra and matching panties. As you lay face down on the bed, the first reaction you have is of relief. It has been a long day, and you finally have a chance to relax.
As you get comfortable and close your eyes, you feel my strong hands reach out and touch your left thigh. My hands are extremely slick with the massage oil as I gently rub your thigh. Eventually, I apply more pressure as all of the nervousness you felt earlier melts away, to be replaced with relaxation. You love the even pressure that I apply to your thigh, as I rub up and down, up and down, up and down. My hands soon drop to your left calf as I continue to caress your leg. Your muscles welcome my touch as my hands drop further down to your left foot. You love the feeling as I massage your heel, then your arch, and finally your toes. Soon you feel my hands on your right thigh as I repeat the process with this leg, moving from your thigh, to your calf, to your foot and toes.
Now that you are fully relaxed, you feel me unclasp your bra. Instinctively, you slightly lift yourself up and toss the bra onto the floor. You definitely don't need it anymore My hands move up to your shoulders, You carry a lot of tension in your shoulders, and you exhale in relief as I rub them. You tell me to rub harder, and the extra pressure feels so good. Just as you thought it could not get any better, my hands slide down your spine and stop at the waistband of your panties. Both hands then glide back up and over your shoulders. At this point, the relaxation is all encompassing, and you struggle to remain awake. You want to continue to experience this massage, but you can feel sleep trying to overtake you. You lose count of the times my hands slide along your back