The Massage
Next week, if all goes well, I will give my first erotic massage to a woman. I don’t fantasize about women, although when I was a girl looking at Dad’s pornos-the delightfully seductive innocence of Playboy in the 70’s-girls did get me hot. But up till now, I’ve only ever touched my best friends titties one morning when we hopped into bed together. There was no guilt and we never talked about it or thought about it again. I was wet though…
I wonder what it is all about. Is the excitement of another woman like falling in love with your own sexual femininity. Is it media induced? Time will tell, but for now I woke with a story…
I got her number out of the local paper, a bold girl providing erotic massage. She only did SMS, so I had no idea how old she was or how she looked. There was a vulnerability that I liked though. When I suggested a swap, telling her I was a professional masseuse she got a bit shy about her abilities, being untrained in massage, but I assured her that I was coming to learn from her.
When I arrived at her place, she was slight and 30ish and not that pretty, but I liked her. She seemed a bit worn down and sexually disengaged. I figure that is what happens when you sell yourself short. I also liked that. That is what I am looking to work with. I suggested that I give her a massage first. It would be fun to see how well she can play after I free her up a bit.
She took off her clothes and I asked her to lie face up and put a towel over her to cover her nakedness. I noticed she had little teenager titties and a big black bush. So different from me. Her skin was pale and freckled. There was no fat anywhere…again, so different from me. I calmed myself from the inevitable performance anxiety most men must feel when negotiating the mysteries of the female sex. I trust my hands, I trust my wisdom, I trust what I hear…
I begin by holding my palms to the soles of her feet, with a beautiful oil blend that centers and calms and helps to connect me to her. It’s about contact, waiting, listening, feeling…there it is…I see her now. I move to her head. The fragrance of my palms fills her with peace and calm. She sinks a little deeper, becomes a little more vulnerable. Long slow strokes across her brow to her temple, then her ear lobes, under her head and then to the top of her skull, opening, awakening. I move onto her chest, above her breasts, careful not to move there until her trust is mine and she is aching for it. Long strokes over the chest, shoulders then up the neck. Hold. Each time I repeat this I feel her sink deeper into trust. I take each arm and draw from shoulder to fingers. I play with her palm, I link my fingers between hers. Signs and memories of affection catch her off guard.
“Turn over please.”
I leave the towel off and use plenty of oil, spreading it with slow downward rhythmic strokes from her neck to back, over buttocks, thighs, legs and feet. I spend extra time circling her buttocks lightly, spreading to include the inner thigh, then slowly lift up along the spine and back down the tops of the arms, up and down the side of the torso and back to her arse. Now I spread the strokes to include more of the legs. In my mind I am pulling up sexual energy through her feet to her reservoir of delight, that area that encompasses the whole female sex organ, including the womb. A huge capacity and a big job to fill.
Personally I am of the opinion that women require long sessions of lovemaking and nurture in order to fill this reservoir. If its full, then she is. She has what she needs to give to the kids, her parents, her work mates, her girlfriends…and of course you. If you can keep it full, and dare I say, even keep it flowing over, you will have one wonderful rich life with this woman. Try it.
By now, I have touched every part of her body except her big erogenous zones. I hasn’t been long, I don’t want her falling asleep, but I do want her body awakened to touch… everywhere. Now my focus is on pussy, but its got to be subtle, almost accidental so she doesn’t tighten up. Light rhythmic strokes work up her inner thigh across, scooping between her legs to catch her pussy and down the other thigh, then up and across and down. Kind of like a sprinkler in the garden of love. Just a taste then it moves on. She is aching to have it back again. There, now I linger with that stroke, over and over, the gentlest touch, brushing her clit then dipping deeper into the opening flower.
She wants penetration, she arches and squirms. I find that part of the G spot just inside the opening and tease her, making her ache for more but also forcing her to feel and taste fully of this pleasure first. Now I slip out and over her clit and back up to the opening. She is really writhing now and wants my fingers deep inside. This time I enter slowly, deeply, fully. She lets out a little surprised moan. The silky smoothness is extraordinary and I can feel her G spot filling and softening.
With my other hand, I work over the buttocks and spine, deep rhythmic thrusts are echoed by my hand moving up her spine, as if to spread her pleasure to higher centers of her body. After a delightful time of play, I ask her to roll over. There is no embarrassment now, just a hasty turn eager for more.
I use plenty of oil and let it dribble over her breasts, abdomen and bush, trailing down between her legs. I am feeling very aroused myself as I sense her anticipation growing. Long strokes over the top of her thighs, brushing her clit, up the center of her womb and spreading energy to culminate with a pinch hold on her nipples. I feel her shudder. I circle her breasts and tweak her nipples gently, then spread this pleasure up her neck to her ear lobes. Again I repeat, over thighs, clit, abdomen, tits, tits, tits, neck, ear lobes. Now I play with her clit, spreading her generous bush out of the way and exposing that pretty pink flower, I keep my fingers flat, and make soft circles of delightful oily smoothness that sends ripples through her body. Now I spread fingers firmly into her and bend upwards into the middle of her generous G spot. My other hand plays with her nipples and circles over her womb and thighs. By now I would love to be moistening her clit with my lips. I ask permission. She is breathing hard now with glazed over eyes but she manages a yes. As I move my face to her sex I catch her scent…beautiful, musky, exotic.
I like the softest touch on my clit, so I wet my lips and keeping them generous and full, circle and gently enclose her little pearl. I sense a definite change in her body now, stronger, harder, faster is the requirement. I suck her clit and thrust deeply with my fingers, I tweak her nipple hard. She cries out in pleasure pain. I’m pushing her energy up with my hand over her womb, now over her heart, now feeling the hard thumping as she cums and cums and cums. I blow over her clit and thighs and let my hair trail over her body softly as I come up and gently kiss her on the lips and then softly brush her forehead and let my hands trail through her hair, over her shoulders and up the back of her neck.
After a few minutes, I enter her once more and circle the middle of her G spot, letting her enjoy the afterglow. Now I move a few inches out and then back in to that spot, putting more pressure on the outward stroke as if to milk and drain her G spot. She begins to writhe once more, opening her lips, arching her neck, I work faster now but still in the same place. My other hand just rests over her womb and I can feel the pleasure building. She is moaning short sharp jabs of voice with every stroke. I press down hard with the flat of my hand just above her pubic bone, as though trying to feel my fingers within her. She is vocalizing stronger now, a light shout. I slip my thumb over her clit while still keeping the pressure on her womb. This was all the trigger she needed. Streams of warm watery essence cover my hand as she pushes my fingers out with her muscles. I can feel her womb pulsating rhythmically as she cums and cums.
I place one hand resting on her bushy mound, just covering her clit, the other on her heart and smile…
Brief Erotica 