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I wondered what it felt like to be a panther. To crawl up the bed, from the feet to the head, over him. To pin his hands down, and take control of everything happening in bed. I wanted to be in charge, to feel that power. I dressed for the occasion: platforms, and a see-through black dress that showed the scarce underwear, that barely covered my bush or my tush. My breasts were supported by a lycra bra surrounding them, but no cover, so that my nipples were clearly visible through the dress. My hair was tied high, and tight in a braided ponytail. I walked dressed up like this for the whole afternoon, to build up the character and the bravery I needed to pull my act off for the first time.
Jamie felt like she was being watched. This was her first assignment at the iron ore mine, and Jamie had an uneasy feeling since she pulled up. An intense need to be on guard came over her pulling up. She should have never stopped and listened to the idiots in the break room at the table talk about this place. She knew they had done it on purpose. She acted like she wasn't fazed by their tells of creepy things and shadow people at the mine. She couldn't help but sit and listen. She listened to one guy give detail about how, when he was there, he would see someone standing next to the shack one second. Then a minute later, they would be on the road in the distance. He went on, and on about every time he was there, he felt like he wasn't welcome. Several of the men at the table shook their heads in agreement.
The bud burst when I saw you in Schio
The bushes rustled as we walked through the open field at dusk, our hands interlaced and our voices hushed in the luminous expanse of the last rays of light onto the Earth. We enjoyed the restfulness of the dusk on our senses knowing what the evening had in store. Our quietness didn't hide the intensity of what our bodies anticipated. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest and could almost make out a pulse in his hand, that wrapped comfortingly around mine.
The doctor had told me I was worryingly down on B12. I didn't even know what that implied, but she sounded very worried and she had told me I had to get five shots to restore me to normal levels. I stayed in the waiting room for a while, until the nurse came to get me. He was the only male nurse in the small clinic, so I'd already checked him out. He told me to come through another room that only had a couple of cupboards and one of those examination seats.
I went to her house after work to have a glass of wine and relax a bit before heading home. We sat at the dining room table chatting about our day, laughing at stories... I love the way she throws her head back when she laughs; it comes from deep inside, a let-everything-go-and-enjoy-the-moment kind of laugh. She stopped laughing and suddenly she leaned in so close to me that I could feel her breath sweetly wafting through my senses... I found myself deeply aroused and it surprised me a little. I couldn’t concentrate on her story about a coworker or anything she was saying. I shook my head trying to push the desire aside but it was oozing out in droves, you could feel the sexual energy pulsing.
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Macy pulled up into her driveway thankful to be home, even more grateful that it was Friday. It was a cool summer evening and as Macy walked up to her porch she thought to herself it would be great to unwind with a cold beer out there. She went in and changed out of her work clothes, grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat out on her porch contemplating the past couple of weeks and her decision to accept this new job which uprooted her from everything she knew and was used to. Three years after graduating from university with a Bachelor's degree and massive student loan debt, Macy still was unable to find gainful employment (at least not the kind of employment that left her feeling fulfilled spiritually), not in her field of study or in anything at all that was similar. She had failed to launch a career and felt stuck in these dead-end jobs which she was forced to work in order to pay the bills and keep food on the table. Macy looked around at her peers and most of them were doing fairly well in the launching of the careers department and she looked back at herself wondering where she went wrong or what step did she miss. It seems like there was no opportunity left for her and the stagnancy was starting to suffocate her. Moving from job to job barely able to hold on to anything due to the fact that she was perpetually drained physically and mentally because none of these jobs aligned with her spiritually or spoke to her passions or purpose in life. The lack of ability to express herself creatively and authentically was causing bouts of depression and anxiety and had started to affect her social life as she had begun isolating herself due to her feeling like a failure in light of her friends and other peers. She could no longer bear the social gatherings where everyone talked about how great their career was going and how much they were enjoying life, steady finances etc. while she was still stuck in the exact same place she was possibly even worse (financially) prior to attending university. Macy had been contemplating moving for a while now as she was starting to feel like there was nothing left for her in this city, no opportunities, no growth, no happiness. Maybe what she needed was a fresh start and a new city possibly even a new province, but where? How do you begin? How do you decide? Macy had lived in Toronto her entire life and though she had moved around quite a bit she had never really left Ontario and the more she thought about it the more chicken she got. Cold feet had left her captive as she could not fathom leaving all her family and friends to start life all over again on her own and so she stalled and made excuses and carried on with her dreary life living from pay cheque to pay cheque, working her dead-end jobs. Occasionally while sending out job applications she would browse job listings for other cities and provinces and send out applications as well, it had been over six months since she had even looked up job listings from other provinces so when this call came it caught Macy completely off guard but there was no doubt as to what the answer was going to be. So here she was, three weeks later, sitting on this porch... It was in the middle of these thoughts that she saw her, the most gorgeous female she'd yet to lay her eyes on. Against the backlight of the setting sun, she looked absolutely divine with her flawless almond skin, dark hair, perfect breasts, tiny little waist just the way Macy liked it, and a nice ass. She was wearing shorts which gave Macy full view of her flawless shapely legs (Macy drooled). This move was turning out to be good after all she thought to herself as it now became her mission to find out who this fine piece of ass who lived across from her was.
The van stopped beside me, the side door opened, and two women called to me.
I’ve always had a habit of reconnecting with people from my past, mostly old friends that I’d lost touch with. I don’t think my heart has ever beat as fast as the day that I decided to contact Travis, the man I’d lost my virginity to. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected from him, especially after he ghosted me right after taking my virginity, but he was surprisingly responsive. He even seemed happy to hear from me. I knew I should be cautious, but I didn’t like the way things ended between us. We decided to go to Barnes and Noble and then see a movie together after. The entire time he was touching me and standing close to me. His proximity to me did something to my body that I was embarrassed to admit, so I waited until I got home and admitted it over text. He seemed excited and we made plans to meet again later that week.
She said she liked me, really liked me. But then, lap dancers always say that. Right?
It was late. I'd already crawled into bed because I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. You called to let me know that you were on your way home from work, but I was just tired. Since I've had to go to work earlier, it's definitely worn me down, but we needed the extra overtime between the two of us.