Wednesday, December 31, 2014

jilling off in public (new year's resolution).

I know this isn't a problem for most women, but I masturbate too much.

I think of sex too often, in general.  It's always on my mind.  Everywhere I go, I size up people, thinking of what they look like naked, and how they would be in bed.  I can't even ride the subway without thinking of fucking the person sitting across from me.  Male, female, attractive, ugly, older, younger ... I have a serious problem.  For the most part, I rarely indulge in actually going home with complete strangers, but I certainly touch myself thinking about it.  Lately, even in public, while it's happening.  While I'm looking at them, bundled up in my winter coat, sitting across from them on the bus.  It's easy in the winter.  I discreetly reach beneath my puffy, full length jacket, down my pants, to my already moistened slit.  I'm so hypersensitive, that it doesn't take much to get me off.  I can always bring myself to climax with a little rub, even right in the middle of a crowded food court, with Christmas shoppers surrounding me.  I jill off three or four times a day.  It's gotten to the point where I end up getting off in public at least once a day.
So, needless to say, with New Year's on the way, I'm resolving to cut down on my masturbation.  I'm certainly can't give it up completely, but I'd like to refrain from doing it in public, at least.  I'd like to join the community of normal people that only get off in their bedrooms at home.  Or with their partners, of course.  Really, it's not asking that much.

Cut to the morning after New Year's Eve.  I have a killer hangover, when I wake up on my friend's couch.  She had a house party, and allowed me to crash.  Luckily, I have a blanket covering me, because I must have slept the entire night with my hand down my pants.  She has family coming over for dinner, so I rub the sleep from my eyes, and force myself to get up.  I tell her I'll take a quick shower, and be out of her hair.  But, it's not the shower I'm craving.  There's nothing like masturbating to cure a headache.
I strip, and turn on the steamy water.  Already, just feeling the pleasure of being naked and warm, my body reacts.  I feel my nipples harden due to the change in temperature, and I give my breasts a quick dry massage, warming them up.  Mmm.  I venture to rub my upper arms, my thighs, giving them a vigorous rub which produces goosebumps.  Not able to stand it anymore, I step into the water, and just as quickly as the water soaks my hair and body, my pussy moistens as well.  I usually jill off in the shower, so it's almost as if my body expects it.  I know I'm at my friend's house and not at my home, but technically I'm in a private room, so I allow myself the transgression.  Besides, it should help hold me off until I get home.  I soap up my slit, and touch the sensitive area beyond my pussy lips.  Oh god!  Right away, I feel my muscles focus, and my hips tilt forward.  I bear down, pushing towards my hand.  Water falls in sheets down my breasts and stomach, suds accumulating between my legs.  I vibrate my hand over my lubricated clit, and I feel all my muscles contract at once.  Fuck!!  I groan, coming hard on my soapy hand; teeth clenched, trying not to make myself heard.  Wow.  I breathe deeply, let the hot water run over me.  I finish up my hair, and quickly dry off.  That should do me until I get home.
I step on the bus, the heaters greeting me warmly as I do so.  I look around, forgetting my resolution momentarily, checking out the crowd of people.  Several fairly attractive women around my age, sitting together and chatting.  A gawky looking young man.  An elderly couple.  A few single people that are so bundled in scarves, it's hard to tell what exactly they look like.  Then, my eye falls on a burly, motorcycle type.  Long, ratty hair worn in a ponytail, several visible tattoos despite the winter wardrobe, and an intimidatingly thick neck.  Yes.  The thought comes to me so easily.  The thought of his enormous chest and shoulders, bent over me, relishing fucking such a small and delicate thing.  Instantly, I'm wet.
Then, I remember.  You just said that you wouldn't get off in public.  Whatever you do, do not touch yourself.  You just got off, like twenty minutes ago.  I jam my hands between my legs, in hopes of holding them there so that they don't get into trouble.  But, before I know it, they've crept closer to my crotch, and I find myself flexing my buttocks slightly in the seat, so that my pubic bone presses against my hands.  I watch the biker dude out of the corner of my eye, where I can only see the outline of his hulking figure.  I close my eyes momentarily to picture it looming over me; pulling out his massive dick.  No!  I move my hands, so that I'm sitting on them now.  But, they only creep unconsciously beneath my coat as I continue to picture him grunting over me, giving me the full length of his thick cock, fucking me hard, harder than any girl will let him.  He's never had a girl like me; so small, young and with a hot, tight body.  He's fucking like it's never going to happen again, and I get off on being the best looking girl he'll ever have in his life.  
How did my pants get undone?  I withdraw my hand from the warmth of my jeans, but I'm not so resolute as to take it completely out from my coat.  The biker guy looks over at me, and I pretend to be reading something behind him.  I see his greasy hair, strong jaw, and crooked, flat nose.  I billow my jacket out in front of me, so that the can't see any movement.  For now, my hand is back between my legs, and I have completely given myself over to it.  My pussy is wet enough to massage my clit comfortably, pleasurably, intensely pleasurably, and I feel all those feelings accompanied by an impending orgasm.  The muscle struggling to contract together, the flushed face, quickening breath; I picture the brute of a man crashing into me again and again, with the force of a warrior.  I couldn't get away even if I wanted to.  God.  Oh!  I glance around at the other people on the bus, and try to tune them out, fall beneath the radar, not draw attention to myself.  I close my eyes, pretending to fall asleep, perhaps.  Fuck.  So good.  Yes.  I open them, looking around, paranoid that someone can see me, and the warrior and I make eye contact for a brief moment.  I picture it again; I can't help it.  Fuck.  Fuck, fuck, fuck!!  Yes!
I convulse slightly, pulling my head into my lap, faking a cough to cover the outburst.  Almost no one looks over.  I breathe easy. 

Maybe I'll give up sweets instead.

Sunday, December 21, 2014

home for the holidays.

This is my first time meeting David's parents.

And not only am I meeting them for the first time, but I will be staying at their house overnight for the holidays.  Nerve racking!  I'm sure they're lovely people, but you can understand why I might be nervous.  Being in a foreign house, for a couple days straight, with people I've never met... and, there's one other thing.  Are we going to be able to have sex?  Will the bedroom be on the same floor as his parents'?  Will we be able to even sleep in the same room?

"How does this look?"  I ask Dave, holding up a blouse.
"Isn't that one a little see through?"
"Well, a little.  But, that's just the style of the blouse.  It's not provocative, or anything."
"Let's go with a sweater..."
After a long drive, we arrive at the small house.  His parents are lovely indeed; his mother on the slight side, with a quiet, sweet temperament.  Dave's father, with an equally genial energy, likes to talk.
"And how did you and Dave meet?"
"Oh.  At a... gathering.  Through mutual friends."  I stutter, trying not to make it sound like we hooked up drunk, after a party.
The dinner is lovely, and the conversation carried mostly by Dave's jolly dad.  Luckily, David isn't afraid to show affection to me in front of his parents.  He places his hand on mine during dessert, and his mother smiles.  It's working out so far, but what about the sleeping arrangements?
After dinner, Dave leads me to his old room, where his parents have us set up.  Thank you, Santa!  With a tiny single bed, I don't see how they wouldn't expect us to have sex.  We literally have to sleep on top of each other to even fit.  I picture Dave's feet hanging off the edge.  
"So, this is it!"  Dave says.  I glance around at his old bedroom, which has been long transformed into a guest suite by now.  I take a peek down the hall, to his parents room, right next door.  
"How's the sound proofing?"
"Babe...!"
"I'm just kidding.  I'll be quiet."
"Right.  I know you."
"Oh, please.  I can be quiet if I have to be!"
"We'll see."
After a couple more sweet, but awkward hours of visiting, we happily retire to Dave's old bedroom.    
"Thank you for being so great," he says, giving me an emphatic hug.  But, with the stress of the evening, I want more than just a hug.  I tilt my face up towards his, and give him a couple small kisses, until our mouths open naturally, and out tongues start to touch.
"You have to be very quiet," he whispers, reminding me.  I nod, without saying a word.  He strips off my demure sweater, revealing a lace camisole.  We kiss as he begins to massage one of my breasts through it.  I hear myself purr, and he stops, holding a finger in front of his lips.  Right, sorry.  We kiss again, and he unbuttons his dress shirt, revealing his lanky, but toned torso.  I touch it, brushing my hand over his chest and stomach, then towards his pants, where I fondle his erection through his pants.  He lifts my cami over my head, and I back him over to the bed, unzipping his fly, as I do so.  We both sit, and the old bed sighs under us.  Hmm.  I may not be the only one that has to try and keep quiet.  
We both slip out of our pants, and climb under the covers.  It feels so good to finally have our skin touching, and I'm eager to get out of my underwear, too.  I fling my bra and panties across the room, and Dave shimmies out of his boxers.  Mmm, I think, as we press our naked bodies against each other.  "Shhh," he coos into my ear.  Maybe I did a little more than think it.  His body is warm, and I writhe around, wanting to touch as much of it as possible.  Then, I get to his cock.  The thick, hard, warm blooded thing feels great in my hands, and I gratefully jerk it.  We lie on our back a minute, and he reaches across to my tit, grabbing it forcefully, and flicking the nipple.  With one hand, he now touches my pussy, leading the moisture to my clit, while I continue to grip his erection.    
We kiss, wetly now, turning towards each other, and I feel his cock try to find me.  Then, I feel my wetness welcoming him in.  Fuck!  Oops.  Did I say that out loud?  That gets me a hand clasped across my lips, where it stays for the remainder of our fucking.   I can't help but moan into his hand, as his cock slides in me.  He thrusts slowly, so as not to disturb the creaking bed, and I find myself grinding into him at the same pace.  I hold his slim body against me, as I feel my moisture coat his cock.  He moves in and out of me easily now, and I long for him to pick up speed.  My breathing becomes laboured, breathing hard through my nose, but we both know that I'll scream out if he lets go of my mouth.  I can tell he wants to speed up too, but remains restrained, not wanting to wake the noisy mattress.  The desire for more, for harder and faster, keeps us filled with sexual tension, though the fucking is slow.  The silence is deafening.  He sustains an intoxicating pace, and I feel my eyes roll back into my head.  Right there.  Fuck.  Almost.  Fuck.  Right... God!
He gathers my legs with his free hand, and lifts them up over his shoulders.  He continues to press his chest against me with every deliberate thrust, bending me almost right in half.  Then, he gives it to me.  No, he doesn't speed up, but he starts to hit the right spot.  His cock first grazes my g-spot, then with each new thrust, he touches it more and more.  Soon, he is massaging my g-spot with his cock, sending me I to convulsions on the end of it.  Fuck.  Yes.  Right.  There.  I'm heaving through my nostrils, wanting to yell at him to speed up; at the very least, smack him loudly on the ass to encourage a quicker pace.  But, he knows.  When I'm beside myself with desire, almost coming just from the thought of it, he gives me four good, hard, fast thrusts, and that's all I need.  His hand clamps tightly on my mouth, forcing my head to turn into the pillow beside me, to muffle the groan.  My body goes from a state of extreme tension to completely flaccidity, very fast.  
The undeniable silence in the room afterwards, tells us that we were indeed, making quite a bit of noise.  He's too uncomfortable, with his parents next door, to come.  But, he holds me in a spoon the whole night.  

It's really the only position in which we can both fit on the small bed.
  
         

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

prostitute for a present.

Christmas is a busy time of year.

For the past few years, our company has really promoted the girls that do threesomes with couples, especially around Valentine's and Christmas.  This year, we actually introduced gift cards for it.  Being one of the lucky ladies that will play with couples, my holidays are booked solid.
Today is my first appointment, and I have to say I'm excited.  Yes, I've been a professional prostitute for years now, but I rarely  do threesomes, other than the aforementioned times of the year. And, I genuinely enjoy them.  Again, yes, I'm a sex worker, but I enjoy what I do.  I wouldn't be doing it, if I didn't.  Some girls think threesomes are double the work for the same pay.  The odds for disputes are twice as high, and you may have to deal with some dramatics.  But, I find doing couples really touching; you not only get to see the real love between two people, but actually get the chance to partake in it for an hour.  And in this industry, something like that can be a welcome change.  Plus, it's nice to play with girls.  And doing a couple is the only way I get to, on the job.
I talk to my supervisor at the beginning of my shift, and she tells me that their names are Emily and Steve, and that they seemed nice on the phone.  I go to my room to make sure everything is in order; clean sheets, no dirty laundry or garbage around, toilets flushed, everything wiped down.  Air freshener full.  Check, check, check.  Mirror check.  Today I've worn my prettier lingerie, rather than the sexier, more revealing stuff.  I'm seeing women the next couple weeks, so I take that into mind.  Lilac coloured lace bra and thong, with an organza flowing bodice, white thigh high stockings that connect to a matching garter belt.  Less makeup, hair in a simple, flat ironed style.  I even had my nails done in sporty tips, rare than the elaborate long kind, but that's more for function rather than aesthetics.  I'll most likely be using my fingers on the ladies.  I go back downstairs to wait in the staff room until my name is called.  
"Aurora?"  I jump to my feet, and walk through the curtain.  "Emily and Steve are here for you."  Both are cute; her with short wavy brown hair that falls attractively over her forehead, a short, slight figure, and light eyes.  Steve has a medium build, and a sweet face.  Vividly blue eyes, and a big smile.  Both seem nervous, and I make it my vow to make them feel as comfortable with this as possible.  I give each a tender, full body contact hug, before taking them by the hand and escorting them to my room.  My heels click through the halls, and I put my weight into my hips as I walk, giving them a show off my ass already.  I turn the handle, and welcome them inside.  
"So... What make you want to hire from our company?"  I say, making the small talk necessary to allow them to relax in the space, and feel connected to me in some way.
"Well," Emily says, looking at Steve for permission.  "We've always been interested in having a third in the bedroom, but we couldn't seem to make it happen naturally.  And, I think we got tired of waiting, you know?"
"Sure," I say, giggling.  "And with Christmas coming around, it gave you the perfect opportunity.  Who wouldn't want to sleep with you two, though?  You're both so cute!"  I smile, touching them each simultaneously on the arm.  They smile, even blushing a little bit.
"Well, you're gorgeous," Steve adds.  "Even better than online.  We both think so.  We looked through pictures of all the girls, and we both wanted you."
"Well..." I say smiling.  "I hope I don't disappoint!"  They laugh, sweetly.  "So... Is there anything specific you would like to do tonight?"
"Oh, no," Emily says, both shaking their heads.  "We're completely in your hands.  We have no idea."
"Well," I say, getting close to her, as making a move on the girl first is usually the least intimidating.  "I think you'll surprise yourselves, by just doing what comes naturally."  And with that, I lean in for a kiss.  Her lips are baby soft and her mouth is adorably tiny.  She kisses with her lips rather than her tongue, so I give her a little of mine.  After a minute, she relaxes enough to put her hands on my face, then through my hair.  I take Steve's hand, to include him, leading it towards my breast.  I encourage to to get behind me, and before long, I feel him kiss my shoulders, and press his boner against my ass.  He kneads my tits from behind, while I continue to softly kiss his girl.  I reach for her shirt, and she allows me to pull it over her head.  Her fresh, weightless curls gets momentarily caught in the shirt, then cutely bounces back down on her forehead.  These two are just too much. 
Then, I get to work on her breasts.  I softly squeeze her tits and I kiss her some more; her mouth relaxes and opens up a bit more for me.  I expertly reach around her back and unclasp her bra, and she slides it off her arms, and onto the floor.  But, let's not forget about Steve.  While he plays with my sizeable tits, I grope his dick through his pants.  While she removes her bra, I feel the energy is safe enough to turn to kiss him as well.  His face has a bit of stubble, with a large mouth that envelops mine with ease.  He liberally swirls his tongue around mine, and we find ourselves playfully flicking each other's back and forth.  When I turn back to her, the skin on her bare torso is creamy and unblemished, her brown nipples are hard, and her tits are small, but lovely.  I take a hand from each of the couple, and lead them towards the bed.  I sit, patting the bed beside me, and they both undo their pants almost in sync.  Still a little shy, they keep their underwear on, and join me on the bed.
The best way, I find, is to take turns pleasing each person.  So, first, I encourage Emily to lie on her back.  Steve takes some initiative and leans in to kiss her.  Immediately, her body language changes, and I can tell that she feels more at home.  I watch them for a brief moment, her tiny mouth being hungrily enveloped by his, before descending to her tits.  I lick her small nipples with my tongue, while gripping the other breast in my hand.  Her breasts are not as dense as mine, and I can almost close my fist completely around one.  She moans, and I knead both now, my mouth moving down her flat stomach, where I plant wet kisses in a trail as I go.  I take my time kissing the creamy skin of her hips and thighs.  Steve's mouth has left hers, and is on her breasts, now.  She is free to moan sweetly into the air, which she does with abandon.  I pull her underwear over her hips, revealing a small dark bush.  Another thing I'm not used to seeing.  All the girls here are completely shaved.  I like it, though.  This is what a real woman looks like.
Steve continues to kiss her breasts, so I position myself under Emily, and spread her legs.  With a hand on her mound to lift up her hood and expose herself to me, I lean into her pussy for my first lick.  She immediately arches her back into Steve, and begins to moan with more urgency.  She tastes mild, only slightly acidic, and I relish going down on her.  I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, lay my tongue flat and wide, close my lips around her, gently sucking.  I go through my whole repertoire, before venturing further with my fingers.  She aggressively kisses Steve on the mouth, and her breathing is laboured.  It's been almost a year, but I still got it.
I probe her opening with my fingers, when I find the oral play that she responds to best.  Her pussy is like creamy silk, and welcomes my digits.  I tickle her g-spot, curling my fingers upward to do so, and she groans into Steve's mouth.  Before long, he's wanting to fuck her, and I let him take over.  He removes his underwear and gives her his cock.  She takes it easily, and he remains upright, giving me room to continue playing with her.  He's a natural, what did I say?  I lick her nipples, grip her small breasts in my hands, kiss her on the mouth.  My hand drifts to her clit, and I begin to stimulate her while her hubby fucks her.  She desperately takes my head in her hands to kiss me, while I do it.  He fucks her a while, having a bit of fun with her, not necessarily giving her what she needs to come, but that soon changes.  When she's nice and relaxed, Steve begins to slow down, and very specifically thrust into her.  He's methodically rubbing his cock against her g-spot, and I can feel her pussy get wetter and wetter, and I massage her clit.  She withdraws her face from mine to concentrate, so my mouth goes back to one of her breasts.  For a minute, she becomes almost silent compared to before, then suddenly bursts out with an ecstatic cry, coming fiercely on his dick.  He removes it from her, and she gasps, smiling and breathing deeply.
Now it's his turn.  He settles onto his back, while Emily perks up, getting on her hands and knees over his cock.  She takes the glistening shaft in her hand, while I venture a lick at the tip.  She kisses me wetly on the mouth, giving me permission to continue.  I lick my lips, and part them to welcome the tip into my mouth.  She continues to grip the base of it, her mouth drifting towards his shaved balls.  I start to suck him, letting drool flow freely down the shaft, lubricating the entire thing.  She  works her hand up and down with my lips, squeezing him all the way.  I watch her tug at his balls with a bit of suction.  We make a good team, both of us unafraid to get a little messy.  
When we get him good and worked up, I hop on his cock.  Before feeling left out, she straddles his neck, with her ass in his face.  I'm so proud of the bold move, I give her a congratulatory kiss.  Soon, Emily and I start groping each other's breasts and making out, while I bounce on him.  His dick is hard, quite big, and feels good inside me.  I feel my moisture coat his lap.  She presses herself into his face, near suffocation.  Twice the work?  More like twice the fun.  
Now, Steve wants me on my back, and gives me a proper fucking.  I feel my tits bounce as he gives it to me good and hard, and Emily grabs them.  I soon flip over, so that I'm on my hands and knees, and pull Emily towards me.  I dive into her sweet pussy, licking it as best I can while her man fucks me from behind.  She holds my head there, pressing herself into me, while he speeds up, holding onto my hips and rebounding faster into me.  They jostle me about, having their way with me, but having usually to play dominant, I thrive in the submissive role.  Being used at both ends.  It's stuff like this that made me want to get into this business.  
Perhaps ready to finish, he grabs Emily again.  He collapses right on top of her, probably how he likes to fuck her at home.  On his elbows, face right next to hers.  Her mouth kissing his shoulder, moaning in his ear.  I can see his ass tense and flex as he tenderly fucks her, and I savour watching the moment between the two of them.  Before long, he comes into her, grunting, head curling forward into the bed beside her.
"Merry Christmas to you both," I say sassily, when they've both calmed down a bit.
"Merry Christmas to you," Emily says.  

Yes.  Merry Christmas to me. 

Monday, December 15, 2014

secret santa.

Yay!  This year my workplace is doing Secret Santas!  

I work as a server in a restaurant, so most of the people working front of house with me are around my age, and for the most part, attractive.  And, I really like the majority of them, too!  My Secret Santa is Jeffery.  A tall, quiet, handsome sweetheart, but I would never approach him.  I'm way too intimidated.  He's that perfect.  
I went to a lot of trouble to get him a nice gift, needless to say.  He's an aspiring writing and a big reader, so I got him the new book he's been excitedly talking about.  I stood outside the bookstore the day it came out, at the location that had the author in store for a signing.  I waited in line for hours and got a personal message written for him.  I can't wait until he opens it! 
"So, what did you get for your Secret Santa?"  I flirt, the next day at work.
"Well... I can't give away who it is, but I got something pretty thoughtful, I think."
"Aww, that's sweet!"  I fawn, secretly hoping that it's me.  "So, this is someone you're pretty close to?"
"Hmm, yeah.  Close-ish.  I'd like to hang out sometime.  Maybe this present will be a game changer... Who knows?" He jokes.  I laugh; maybe a little too much.  He's got to be talking about me.  I mean, I know he's out of my league, but that doesn't mean we can't hang out, right?  What are the odds that we both drew each other?!  It's fate.  "What about you?"
"My gift is also very personal.  It wasn't over the spending limit, but it took me hours to get... So, it's pretty special."
"Wow.  I'm interested to see.  I'm sure they'll love it."  
"Hopefully!"  I say, trying not to sound too suspicious.  Did I just wink?  Crap, I'm so bad at this...

Our last day at work comes, before the holidays, and we all sit down to open our presents.  Most people open generic gifts like candles, chocolate, or scarves.  Finally, I see Jeffery open his present out of the corner of my eye.  I can't help the smile on my face.  I see his expression light up, then tell the person next to him about how he had wanted this book.  Then, he goes back to having a personal moment, turning the novel over and reading the back, then flipping open the first page.  Another surprised expression when he sees the signature.  I hear him read it aloud.
"Jeffery.  From one writer to another.  Wow!  I can't believe it..."  I smile from ear to ear, trying to avert my eyes, but he glances at me.  I wink again, God dammit!  Way to be discreet, Angie.  
With his eyes on me, I start to open my gift from him.  I slowly peel the tape off the paper, so as not to rip it.  It's cylindrical in shape, and I haven't the slightest idea of what it could be.  Then, I see a flash of colour.  Bright pink.  I love pink!  What is it?  I anxiously rip the rest of the paper open, but when I see what's inside, I quickly close it again.  My face flushes red.  Did I just see what I thought I saw?  I discreetly back peek inside.  Really?  Oh my god.  One more time.  I open the flap, then immediately shut it.  No, no, there's nothing mistaking that.  It's definitely a neon pink dildo.  
"What did you get, Angie?"  The coworker beside me asks, jokingly elbowing me in the side.  My friend Jane.  We've gotten closer over the past few months, so I feeling bad lying to her, but it's just too embarrassing.  And, my mind is racing.  Why would Jeffery get me a dildo?  He's so soft spoken, I would have never thought...
"Well...?
"Oh, a candle."
"Oh.  Really?  Not something more fun?"
"Nope.  Not this year.  Probably someone's write off."
"Yeah.  Right.  That sucks."

"So, Jeffery... About the secret Santa gift..."  I pull him aside, afterwards.
"Oh, I forgot to ask you!  Did you like yours?"
"Uh... Well, yes!"  I say, awkwardly.  I really can't believe someone this amazing would be interested in me.  Let alone being so forward in wanting to sleep with me!  What a kinky gesture.  Seriously!  
"Great.  I loved mine, by the way.  You really outdid yourself."
"Aww, well.  You're welcome.  So, listen... Would you like to come back to my place for a Christmas cocktail or something?"  I feel stupid asking, considering that I should take it for granted with the present, but I still just can't come right out and say it.  I'm that smitten.
"That would be nice," he responds sweetly.  Always the gentleman, despite this exciting sexy quality I'm seeing in him.  

I pour us two glasses of the only liquor I have in my apartment, and join him on the couch.  We chat about Christmas plans, the holiday parties we host at work, co workers, and eventually what our suspicions were about everyone's Secret Santas.  
"Well, I have to admit I was a little confused at my gift."
"Oh?"
"Well, I loved it, of course.  But, I don't even know what we would really... be doing with it."
"What do you mean?"  
"Well, I thought that it would be for a night alone, if you know what I mean!"  I wink, and can't help myself from giggling.  He chuckles as well, but questions my stance.  
"It doesn't have to be.  We could take it out right now, if you wanted to.  It might be nice, for the mood."
"Okay..." I say, jokingly narrowing my eyes at him.  He sheepishly shrugs, and I just fall in love with him, I swear to god.  I had no idea he was so open about sex.  I take his cue, and lean in for a kiss.  His eyebrows raise as if he's impressed with my forwardness, but I'm only following suit.  Maybe he's pleased that I'm as open about it all as he is. 
Our lips part, and he reciprocates the perfect kiss; not too much tongue, but it delicately slips into my mouth every so often, almost by mistake.  My pulse is racing at finally touching him, and I struggle to remain cool.  Perhaps too eager, I unbutton my collared work shirt, and slip it off my arms as smoothly as possible.  I close my eyes, hoping he's doing the same as I fumble with it.  I peek, and he is!  He's quickly removing the exact same shirt from his own back, as are kisses get a little more open and wet.  
I stand to undo my pants, and step out of them, and he rises to do the same.  Our identical clothing litters the floor of the couch as I grab the loosely wrapped present in my grip, and take Jeffery by the hand.  The big smile on my face is impossible to hide.  I think I actually prance in my underwear towards the bedroom.
When we get there, I place the wrapped dildo on the bedside table, and lie down.  Luckily, he joins me, and we're soon enveloped by each other's arms, and furiously making out.  I feel myself immediately moisten, and lift my knee up beside him, wanting to feel as much of myself up against him as possible.  His hands drift to my ass, pulling my hips against him.  The muscles between my legs tighten, almost reaching out towards his dick.  I feel his erection twitch, and I continue to wonder what on earth we would need a dildo for!  He palms one of my breasts, but I'm wearing my silly overly padded bra that I only wear to work, due to the unflattering dress shirts.  I quickly take that off too, so that I can feel his hands on my bare breasts.  He smiles at the reveal, and goes back in for a kiss, pressing himself against me, sandwiching my tits between our torsos.  I moan just being against him, ecstatic and disbelieving to have my dream come true.  He plays with my nipples, which harden instantly at his touch.  My hands go to his hair, but my leg wraps around his hip, pulling his pelvis into me.  I feel myself get wetter and wetter, and part from him to roll onto my back, lifting my hips and removing my underwear.  I still can't believe that this is happening.  Assuming it's time, I reach for the dildo.  
His expression is surprised, though in a sexy way, and I almost take it back, thinking it's too soon.  But, he takes it from me without question.  He positions himself below me, kissing my body as he descends, planting wet kisses on my breasts, ribs, stomach, then hips, and thighs.  Each kiss makes my pussy ache in anticipation.  He kisses the insides of my thighs, so I naturally part my legs.  His kisses turn wetter, almost like licks, and he does it to my mound, making me press it into his face.  I feel his tongue slip between my lips, and I convulse at the sensitivity.  He teases me this way, licking my clit sporadically, causing me to giggle, and grab his head.  I pull him against my pussy, and he suddenly latches onto my clit, and gently sucks.  Holy fuck!  He's so good.  I have to stop myself from bucking.
Then, I feel it.  The tip of the dildo probing my opening.  I grow even wetter just thinking about how kinky this is; picturing him down there, holding it perpendicular to me.  My muscles contract, wanting to draw it in.  He gives me a little more, lips still sealed around my clit, and I feel myself pushing open and down, flexing towards it.  He puts a little more pressure on the dildo, and I take it easily.  I use my feet to pull his shoulders closer, encouraging him to give me the whole thing.  Then, oh!  It gets there.  Right against my g-spot.
He uses a little more suction on my clit, and I start to moan like a crazy person.  He starts to thrust the dildo into me, and I feel it graze my g-spot again and again.  "Yeah," I breathe, every time it hits.  He teases me for a while like that, letting the toy almost leave me completely before thrusting in again, and I start to laugh again.  But, he knows.  Halfway through my giggle, he plunges it deep, and begins to move it in a massaging motion, so the tip rubs exclusively against my g-spot.  I sigh in relief, and feel myself bear down already.  He doesn't dare stop what he's doing, as I become almost silent, concentrating.  Then, I seem to push and open up at the same time, muscles contracting all at once, and I scream out, coming hard on the dildo.  "Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!!"
After I calm down, I giggle once again.  "I can't believe you got me a dildo!!  You're nuts!  I love it."

"Uh, I wasn't your Secret Santa, Angie.  Jane told me you got a candle..."

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

staff christmas party.

Tonight is the office Christmas party, and I'm wearing my new dress.  Satiny, black, short, and with a neckline that I definitely wouldn't call a neckline.  More like a boob line.  And it lines the top of my tits perfectly, especially with the push up bra.  Add a glittery necklace, and some freshly curled hair, and I'm sure to attract more than just photocopy ink on my fingers.
I usually really downplay my sexuality at work, but at the staff party, anything goes.  I've never really seen any of the employees outside of the office, so as far as they know, I'm a bookish, yet kooky gal with conservative tastes.  I only dress that way because I like to maintain professionalism.  But tonight, we're not at work, are we?

I arrive at the office slightly late so as not to be the first one there, and immediately feel over dressed.  Don't people dress up for Christmas anymore?  I run to the light switch to turn off a few of the lights.  Much better.  The compliments start coming in.  "I didn't even recognize you!"  "You look like a celebrity!"  "Is that all yours?"  Yes, these are my boobs, I actually painted my nails for a change, and my hair is actually super voluminous when I blow dry.  I think I actually dressed dowdier than normal this week, to really drive home the point.  
I wait til the room fills up, and I adjust the music slightly louder than set.  I mill around the women, hoping that the guys see us together, and are mentally comparing us.  I'm the clear front runner tonight despite being slightly older than the other girls, and I tease the guys for an hour or so, neglecting to talk to any of them for a length of time.  After a couple drinks, I head to the washroom to powder my nose, then get this party started.
I scan the men in the room.  They're all lined up at the other side like a grade school dance.  Hmm, George cleaned up well; James and Jamal look alright.  Pinter looks worse than ever.  Is that really a t-shirt he's wearing?  Back to George.  His greying temples look freshly shorn.  Did he get a haircut for the party?  How sweet.  At least I'm not the only one to make an effort.  Yes, if I get close enough, I think I can smell the shampoo.
"I like your haircut, George," I flirt.
"Oh, you noticed?  I just got a bit of a clean up."
"And I appreciate it.  Looks nice."
"Well, not that we should be talking about me!  You look..." He stops to search for the word.  "Amazing."
"Aww, thank you, George!"
"Really, though."
"Yeah, outside of work, I like to look cute!" I say, modestly.  "It's just when I'm at work, I don't see that as a priority."
"I see.  Well, you blew all of our minds!"
"Haha, you're sweet.  Yeah, it's fun to show everybody the real me, you know?"
"Right."
"Cheers to that!"  We both down our beverages.  He adjusts his glasses nervously, but I press on.  "So, what's the 'real you' like, George?"
"Oh, I don't know if it's all that different than at work."
"I bet it is.  I can sense something more than the polite, quiet type I see everyday.  I sense something a little wild."
"Wild?  I don't know..."
"Don't you ever let loose, George?  Don't you ever want to just throw caution to the wind, and just let your hair down?"
"Maybe..."
"Yeah, I think you do.  I really sense that about you.  That there's an animal in there, begging to be let free."  He loosens his collar as I order a shot.  We both gulp them, make a face, then laugh.  He's putty in my hands.

We practically break down the door of my apartment.  George's hands grope me all over, alternating between my boobs, to my ass, to up my skirt between my legs.  It made for an interesting cab ride.  
We kiss each other deeply as we stumble down the hall, and I savour the fact that he also had a close shave in preparation for the party.  What a gentleman.  I devour his top lip as he sucks on my lipstick smeared lower one.  I feel his hands through my panty hose, feeling up my shapely thighs and ass.  When we get to the bedroom, they're the first thing I remove.  I squirm as I pull them over my hips, and he finishes the job by pulling the rolled tubes off of my feet.  He climbs back up me, by kissing my legs, lifting the skirt of my dress to kiss my pussy through my lace underwear.  I took care with the lingerie, too.
I feel his face pressing between my legs, and I give him the pressure right back.  I lift my hips to pull the dress off in one only slightly awkward motion.  It got stuck in my hair.  Not used to it being quite so voluminous.  My tits look fantastic even though I'm lying down, due to the lace push up bra.  He looses a button somewhere on the floor when he takes off his shirt, and hurriedly steps out of his pants.  I can see a sizeable bulge through the shapely silhouette of his boxer briefs.  His ass is perky, too; who would have thought?  I guess we're both full of surprises.  I pull him towards me, and he lands directly on top, with a little more force than intended, slightly winding me.  I expertly cover up the "ugh" with an ecstatic moan.  I feel his package press against me, and I arch my back dramatically to show off my great tits.  I'm not taking off this bra, just so we're clear.  
"You are an animal, George!  Take me!"  I say, encouraging him.  He wiggles out of his underwear, and I pull mine down, as well.  I wrap my legs around him, leading him towards me.  I may be entering MILF or cougar territory, but I don't need lube when I fuck.  Not yet.  His dick slides against me a couple times, but I enjoy the feeling of it against me all the same.  My lips part slightly, and he rubs my clit with it several times.  It'll slip in when he gets the angle right, and I try to show him that I see it as foreplay.  
"Mmm, yeah Georgey!"  I exclaim, kneading his ass in my hands, as he bends over me.  Then, he finds me.  He barely fits at first, then we relax into it.  After the third or fourth thrust, I've coated him, and he slides in nicely.  I think I surprise him by rubbing my own clit, but as soon as I make a really show of enjoying it, he realizes the goldmine he's hit.  His breathing becomes laboured, he speeds up, and I swear I can feel his dick get harder inside of me.  If he likes that, he'll love this.
I flip George over, and his eyes go wide.  His boner stands up almost at a right angle, despite being over forty.  I could feel that confidence tonight, you know?  I straddle him, and sit right down onto it.  I moan genuinely, at the pleasure of having him inside me again.  I'm as wet as ever, and get onto my feet, to show him how the squats I do everyday pay off.  I work myself up and down on his cock, feeling my tits jiggle attractively in the bra.  I slam myself down on him, and he grunts each time.  I really relax my kegels, and feel him hit nice and deep.  I start stimulating my clit again, and he almost enjoys it as much as I do.  My eyes roll back into my head, though my face remains attractive, trust me!  I'm not about to actually have an orgasm, but I'm willing to let him think that I am, in order to get him off.  I can tell he's close, so I use my other hand to grab one of my own boobs, kneading it through the thick bra.  My legs are doing all the work now, and just when I think that he better be appreciating this, he turns mid thrust, and creams on the sheets.  

On the sheets!  Gentleman, my ass.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

sexamination (part two).

Before I know it, an older man in a lab coat follows her in, eyes focussed on the chart on his hand.  I sit up, expectantly.
“Let’s see... Janet?”  He asks.
“Yes,” I confirm.
“I want to thank you for coming in.  Human sexuality is such an under researched field, but we’re beginning to make leaps in the trials we’ve been conducting here at this facility.”  He glances back to the clipboard, flipping through the pages.  “Well, everything looks good, here.  Shall we continue?”  Now more than ever, my curiosity wills me to.
“Sure.”
“Alright.  Let’s start with your mouth.  If you’ll open for me,” he offers.  The woman hands him the small flashlight, and he takes a quick look, just as she did before.  But, this time, his gloved thumb caresses my bottom lip.  I slightly taste the chalky powder from the inside of the latex glove.  My reflex is to close my mouth, but he continues to hold the flashlight, peering inside.  He takes his time, until I feel the need to swallow.  As if reading my mind, he hooks his thumb slightly over my bottom tooth to hold it open.  I feel a bead of drool accumulate behind my lip, and he looks to the assistant, who makes a note on the chart.  His thumb drifts towards it, then wipes it across my bottom lip, using the saliva to rejuvenate the dryness.  
“You’re not uncomfortable, are you?”  I shake my head.  Then, at his nod, the woman walks around us, to the tray of instruments.  She selects a speculum looking device, and hands it to her superior.  “Now, this is a specialized tool used to measure dilation.  We’ll be looking at depth as well as width.”  His finger continues to hold my mouth open, so I am unable to answer verbally, but I nod slightly.  “My counterpart will assist me in making this comfortable for you.  It is integral to the test that you are in a relaxed state, so she is here to ensure that.”  With the one hand he has available, he inserts the closed device carefully into my mouth.  The metal feels cold, but welcome.  My mouth is drying up, and it’s almost like a cool drink of water.  Just when I think the apparatus is going too deep, he stops. The woman takes a look with the flashlight, and makes a note of the measurement.
“You may close your lips around it,” he informs me, and I silently thank him for it.  The woman then comes to my other side, and only when her superior nods affirmatively, she moves a gloved hand in between my legs.  I feel her palm press against my pubic bone again, her fingers cupping down towards my pussy.  I try to look at what she is doing, but the apparatus is in the way.  
“That’s good,” the man says, encouragingly.  “Just try to relax.”  I feel her other hand begin to stimulate an already rock hard nipple, and I feel myself moisten.  The woman makes eye contact with her supervisor, and he moves to adjust the device in my mouth.  It lengthens slightly, so that I can feel it tickle the back of my throat.  He makes another note with his free hand.  “Good, Janet.  And now, the width.”
At that, he cranks the device open, but not so much that I can’t still close my lips around it.  I feel the woman’s fingers venture from my the outside of my pussy, to in between my lips now, and I shudder in the pleasure of her touching that sensitive area.  He turns the dial again, opening the speculum another half inch.
"That's good, Janet," he says again.  "Let's see if we can get you open a little further."  This time, he not only widens the device, but adds a little more length.  I feel it touch the back of my throat, which causes my gag reflex to tense up.  "That's okay," he says.  "Just try to relax."  My clit must have hardened, because the assistant now bats it back and forth with ease.  I fight the urge to moan, but find my throat making a faint gurgling sound behind the device.
"And, one more, if we can," he offers, before opening the tool to its capacity.  My cheeks are completely tightened now, stretched over it as far they will go.  He peers into my mouth with the flashlight, taking another reading for his clipboard.  The woman is massaging my clit rhythmically, while her supervisor takes a gloved finger and tests my mouth for moisture.  His hand glides over my tongue and lips momentarily, and I long to close my mouth around them.  He then signals to the woman, and they simultaneously release the speculum from my mouth, and decease stimulation.  I unconsciously make a sigh, mixed with surprise and yearning to continue.  They both snap their gloves off on either side of me, as if in stereo, and I rub my jaw a moment.  
"Very good," he says, raising his eyebrows and finishing up some notes.  I still don't know what exactly that was, but I'm glad I passed.  

"Let's continue, shall we?"

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

sexamination.

“Janet?”
“Yes?”
“We’re ready for you.”

I came across the online ad for a scientific study that was “sexual in nature”.  Compensation ranged from $200-$400.  I was perusing the classifieds, looking for work at the time, so it sounded appealing.  I’ve always been very open about my sexuality, and immediately felt excited about exploring it further.  I phoned to inquire, and the woman on the phone seemed professional and friendly.  She described a series of tests that involved testing sexual limits over the period of an hour or so, and assured me that while some of it might be slightly uncomfortable for a short time, as is the nature of pushing one’s boundaries, that generally candidates have an overall pleasant experience.     
The receptionist leads me down a white hallway, to a sterile looking room, much like a large doctor’s office.  There is a metal reclining table at it’s centre, covered with the paper you might find on a hospital bed while getting an exam.  The bulbous head of a movable dental light comes down from the ceiling but remains dark, and a small side table has been recently disinfected.  There is a row of three chairs along the periphery.    
“Please remove your clothing, and place it on this chair,” she states, though warmly.  “You may cover up with this, if you wish,” she continues, handing me a cotton medical gown.  The woman retreats to a cabinet on the wall, places latex gloves on her hands, then arranges several metal tools on a lined tray.  I can barely see around her, as she is facing away from me, but I catch a familiar glimpse of a speculum.  I slowly begin to remove my clothing as she speaks.
“Now, as I relayed to you on the phone, the idea is to test limits.  That said, we will do everything to make you comfortable as possible, as these limits often require the candidate to relax.  I know it might be difficult considering the environment, but just try to imagine yourself in a comfortable place.”  She turns, with the array of instruments displayed before her.  Most, I don’t recognize, and I don’t want to stare.  I see their metal catch the light out of the corner of my eye.  Some of them look quite large upon a small glance.  I’ve opted out of the gown, placing it on the table behind me, so I stand there completely naked.  “Please, sit,” she says, gesturing to the table.  “Make yourself comfortable.  I’ll need to do a couple preliminary tests for my supervisor.”
She breathes on the stethoscope before listening to my heart, but it remains a little cold.  She takes my blood pressure, inspects my skin, and peers into my mouth with a flashlight.  She records everything on a clipboard.  It seems just like a doctor’s physical exam, when she touches my breasts.  She could be searching for lumps like my GP does, but it feels very different.  As she takes them into her hands, her thumbs graze the nipples, making them stand straight out.  She nods, recording something on her clipboard.  I try to see what she has written, but she places it back down behind her.  I readjust on the table, the paper making a crinkling sound beneath my bare ass.
"I'm going to ask you a few questions, if that's alright."
"Sure," I nod.  
"These may seem personal in nature, but I assure you they will be kept confidential, and we encourage to answer them as honestly and openly as possible."  At this, she looks up at me from her clipboard.
 "Yep.  No problem."
"Great.  You consider your orientation to be straight, I believe?" 
"Yes."
"Alright," she says scanning for the proper page.  "Please answer a simple yes or no to the following.  Have you ever had sex, in the traditional sense?"
"Yes," I smile.
"Sorry, we have to start at the beginning," she smiles back.  "How many times would you say.  Between 1-5 times, 5-25, or 25 plus times?"
"25 plus."
"Have you ever performed oral sex on a man?"
"Yes."
"Again, between 1-5 times, 5-25, or 25 plus times?"
"25 plus, definitely."  She smiles.
"Alright.  Had anal sex?"
"Yes," I say after a pause.  I feel myself blush.
"How many times, would you say?  Between 1-5 times, 5-25, or 25 plus times?"
"Uh... Between 5 and 25?"
"Alright, thank you," she says, making a note.  She turns the page.  "Have you ever had an orgasm?"
"Yes," I chuckle.  She smiles.
"Again, starting at the beginning.  Have you ever had an orgasm via manual stimulation?"
"Yes."
"Via oral stimulation?"
"Yes."
"Via vagina penetration, with or without manual stimulation?"
"Yes."
"With a vibrator?"
"Yes."  
"During anal stimulation, with or without vaginal stimulation?"
"Uh... yes."
"During anal sex?"
"No."  She writes something down.  
"If you'll lie down for me," she says, smiling.
I half expect her to put my feet in the stirrups, but she only puts the palm of her hand on my mons, and applies a small amount of pressure.  At this, my clitoris seems to come alive.  She moves her hand slightly around in a circle, pressing firmly now on my mound.  I find myself pressing back; almost thrusting towards her hand.  She does this for a minute or so, and the pleasure she is giving me is unmistakable.  I look forward the next step of the test, but she abruptly stops, momentarily presses a gloved finger between my lips near my opening, then withdraws.  She observes the wetness accumulated on her fingers by gently rubbing her forefinger and thumb together, then jots something down on her clipboard.  "Great," she says, snapping her latex gloves off. 

 "I'll fetch my supervisor, and we'll get started."

my boyfriend, the masseur.

"Babe, I'm just so stressed out about exams!  I don't know what to do with myself!!" I groan from the computer room.


"How can I help?"  My lovely hubby asks, peeking his head in the doorway.
"Oh, I dunno.  Any chance you know anything about political science?  I'm not even halfway done this paper."
"Haha, no... But I can make a mean pasta!  Are you hungry?"
"No, I can't even think about food right now."
"Coffee?"
"I've had like ten.  In fact, I think it's part of my problem.  Not exactly helping the anxiety, you know?"
"I think you need to take a break," he says honestly.  "Come sit with me on the bed for a minute."
"I can't.  Seriously.  I need to work."
"Just for a couple minutes.  It'll save you time in the long run.  Maybe you just need to clear your head, and refocus."  I pause, considering it, feeling overwhelmed even to make this simple decision.  "I'll give you a massage...!"    He taunts.
"Okay," I acquiesce.  "But, only for a few minutes!"

"Lie here, with your head this way," he instructs.  "And, take a few deep breaths."  I do, but they sound more like desperate sighs.  He laughs at my half attempt.  
"What?"
"Just relax, baby.  I love you," he says touching my shoulders, and bending to kiss the side of my face.  It's nice to feel his warm breath on my cheek, so I breathe again, trying to relax my shoulders.  But, I feel them clenched tightly beneath his strong hands, as if they're fighting him in a battle to keep me in a permanent state of tension.  "Do it for me, okay?  So I can feel like I'm helping you," he teases, and I smile, remembering to breathe.  Just relax for a minute or two, I remind myself, and you can get back to work.  Just give this an honest shot.  
He perseveres despite the battle, squeezing my shoulders in his grip until they turn to jelly.  I feel my neck begin to submit, as he massages up and down it, digging the pads of his fingers into the base of my skull.  I moan, feeling like he's really releasing something.  A big knot of muscle right at my hairline.  "Right there, oohhhh...."
"Do you mind removing your shirt, Madame?"
"Oh, no, babe.  That's good.  Seriously.  I feel tons better."  Yet I haven't made a move to get up.  I remain at my place on the bed, practically melted into it.  
"You think your neck feels good, wait until I do the rest!"
"Mmm.  Okay, you've convinced me."  Still completely unmoving.  I feel him begin to lift it up my back, and I grab his hand, "Okay, okay!"  I sit up to take off my t-shirt, and lie back down on my belly, hiding my bare breasts.  
"The other way," he corrects.  
"Hey, what kind of a massage is this?" I tease.  
"An erotic one."
"Oh, really...!"
"Yes.  Now, just relax," he continues authoritatively, as I turn around.  "And, let the masseur do his job."  Feeling a big smile on my face, I close my eyes, and lie still, as if on a real massage table.  "Now, I know this might feel a little odd, considering we don't know each other, but I need to touch in some intimate places in order to get you in a state of deep relaxation."
"Alright," I nod, already feeling his hands on me.  "You have my consent!"  They brush my torso and arms lightly, warming up my skin.  
"I know you usually wouldn't have a masseuse touch you here," he says as he lightly touches my breasts, "But, this is what I have to do in order to relax you deeply."  I feel my nipples harden as he barely brushes them.  The more he runs his hands softly over me, the more I long for their strength, just like I felt earlier on my shoulders.  I want him to grip my breasts that way.  
"I'm going to need you to remove your pants, as well."
"Hmm?  Oh, sure," I say, still pretending he's a real masseuse.  I lift my hips to take off my pyjama bottoms, leaving me completely nude now.
"I want you to know that I'm a professional, and anything that I'm doing is for your benefit only, alright?"
"Mmm," I nod again, feeling his warm hands wander over my naked legs and hips now.  I feel the smile return to my face in anticipation.  I actually feel myself moisten as he brushes by my pussy, but he continues to move even lower, towards my feet.  He takes each one in his hand, and kneads it with agonizing thoroughness.  Moving slowly up my calves, massaging them thoughtfully, one by one, then the flesh my thighs, which he takes in his large hands and plays with like dough.  Doing my inner thigh, the back of his hand comes into contact with my pussy, and I squeeze my legs together, intending to trap him there.  
"Tsk, tsk," he says.  "You mustn't tense up.  Just lie perfectly still for me, alright?  You're doing very well."  I want to laugh; he so good at this.  He continues to press his fingers into the muscles of my hips, reaching beneath me slightly to massage the meat of my ass.  I moan, wanting his hands so badly.  On my pussy, my tits, anywhere.  He moves up, and I tense in hopes of him continuing towards my breasts, but the devil skips them, and again kneads my shoulders.  "Hmm.  You've got to relax, alright?  I saw your shoulders tense up, right there.  Maybe I need something special for you, to help you relax..."  I hear him reach into the bedside drawer, but I don't open my eyes.  
"What I need you to do for me, is hold this massager against yourself, alright?"  I open my eyes to him holding my clitoral vibrator.  "I'm going to add a bit of lubricant for comfort," he says as he expertly squeezes a dollop on the tip.  "Now, I don't do this for everyone, but you're a very special case.  Do you think you can do this for me?"  
"Where do you want me to put it?"  I ask, innocently.  
"Right here," he says, placing it on my clit, and turning it on.  "You wouldn't believe how much tension is kept at the clitoris."  
"Oohhhh..."  God, yes.  I feel my body suddenly focus, with the concentrated touch.  The rumbling vibrations seem to echo through my breasts, my g-spot, my ass, even my neck, my shoulders, my hair.  But, I want him.  More now, than ever.  Just touch me, naughty masseuse.  Just touch me once with your big, strong hands.  Your lips.  I want it so badly, I picture it happening.  I close my eyes and vividly envision him grabbing my breasts with force, as I turn the vibe up a notch.  I picture his mouth finally making contact on my tits; feeling his warm, wet lips take my breasts into his mouth.  Still, his hands dance playfully over my body.  Just when I think that he won't give them to me, not really, not how I want, his hand moves beneath the vibrator, to my pussy.
"There's also a lot of tension down here," he says as he lightly touches my opening.  Oh god.  Yes.  "Do you feel it?"
"Mm hm," I say, barely able to speak, I'm concentrating so intensely.
"Hmm.  Now, I'm just going to massage you here for a moment, alright?"
"Mmm.  Yes."
"I know it might feel odd at first for me to touch you here, but I need you to let me, alright?"
"Yes."  
"Good.  That's good.  You're really relaxing for me now, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Now, if you can just let me massage in here, okay?"  He asks, as he begins to burrow inside of me, massaging me open in gentle circular strokes.  I practically draw him in, desperate to have him inside me, but he moves agonizingly slow, feeling as if he is massaging the walls inside as he goes.  I turn the vibrator up again, and am almost there.  Finally, he reaches it.  
"Now, will you let me massage this special spot?" He says, as he begins to stimulate my g-spot.  I feel my muscles twitch, and my eyes roll back into my head.  My pussy is just flooding with moisture, and I try to relax that part deep inside me, so that he can get to it.  "Can you let me in here and do this for you?"  
Yes, yes, yes.  I feel like every part of me is vibrating, and if I can only relax to open up and let it all in.  My muscles release for a second, and I feel the urge.  The feeling is so intense, that I shy away from it.  I try to open up again, and he says, "That's it.  Let me touch this spot."  With his encouragement, I do.  
"Yes!  Yes!  Yes!!"  I let out, coming hard on the vibe and his hand.  I take a moment, finally breathe deeply and relaxedly, as he joins me on the bed.  I moan happily, content to finally hold him against me.  He kisses me four times on the mouth, and says, "Feel better?"
"Oh yes..."
"See, now you can work on your paper!"

"My what?