Pipes_42

I was looking at your hands earlier tonight. Casually holding a pen, keeping your shirt in place, gripping your glorious cock in order to direct my vision down to witness how I can greatly affect you… strong, talented hands, whether you are strumming your guitar, or creating a piece of your art, or slowly sliding your hands along my skin. There are so many facets about you that mesmerize me, and I want more. I miss you. You know… I still have yet to see one of your drawings. I wonder if your drawing of me before you saw my face, is anywhere near the truth of it.

I miss you baby

💔

I have been besotted with the idea of massaging you and how it would feel to help you relax in every sense of the word. To have you lay on my massage table, at my mercy. I promise that I would take your full body massage seriously, and I would not try to turn you on in an obvious manner (although I know I would have a very hard time from stopping my fingertips from sliding in a few places), but I would love to see how you would handle it.
Have you lay on your stomach first. Gliding my hands along your entire back, from shoulders to the top of your ass, kneading your muscles and releasing knots that you have accumulated. Paying special attention to your lower back and your shoulders. I would move my massage to your hands and arms, putting just the right amount of pressure on you upper arms down to your fingers.
This would be the point that I would work on your glutes, and as I know that you would be naked on my table, it would also be at this point that I would need to bite my lip in order to stop myself form making noises. Long, deep glides of my palm from the top of your ass to the bottom. Cannot use my fingers... no matter how much I would want to... I would have to stay on the main muscle belly in order to stay professional. Would you be having a hard time keeping your breath steady? Would you be able to stay still? Would it help relax you? (What if I promised to give you what we will both need after you are finished with being on my table?) After I decompress the muscles of your ass, I would then move to your legs, starting with your feet. I promise not to intentionally tickle you. You will have to tell me if I need more or less pressure on your feet, to make it perfect for you... (Actually, I would need for you to tell me these things in everything I do that involves touching you.) I deliver slow and steady stokes up your calves, and then I would make sure to get any knots to release here as well. (You might be surprised how many knots we can get in our forearms, calves and even our hands...) Now, your thighs.... your thighs are the worst temptations for me in a massage. Yes, worse than your ass. You see, when I massage thighs, I use my whole hand, and when I think of how high on your thighs I will go, my pulse speeds up and my mouth starts watering. I might accidentally-on-purpose slide a couple fingers along your balls while I slide my hand up off of your thigh.
Especially when I have you turn over on to your back... Start on the shins, then move to the front of your thighs... would you be hard for me? I know you would tint that sheet by the time I am done massaging those thighs. Again, I would have an incredible urge to find out how hot you are, but I know that thighs need to have special attention. After I have melted your thighs, I would move up to your upper pecs, shoulders and neck. I would be biting my lip again because this part of my massage would bring my breasts in close proximity to your mouth. I was taught to position my table lower than some states teach, so that my hips are a fulcrum to use my own body weight for the pressure I provide in my massages... That means when I work on the pecs, I am standing above you and my breasts are right there. Would you be able to keep your hands to yourself? Would you want to whimper or beg me to let you touch, or lick, or suck? (Would I be able to deny you?!) I might be shaking at this point in your massage because I would have been longing to intimately touch you and taste you while I had my hands on you... I move to the tops of your shoulders and massage out any other knots you have there. I would take care of stretching your neck and relaxing the muscles along it’s sides and it’s back.
If you let me, I would then massage your face and give you a scalp massage at the end. I would love to feel your trim beard scratch along my palms and fingertips (among other places on my body). Would a scalp massage help you relax? Could I be wrong in all this and you would be calm enough to be asleep by the time I have finished with your scalp massage? I would not be disappointed if you were, as it’s a complement to my skill as a LMT, but I would still be in a heightened state of arousal... like I am right now.... kiss me... touch me... please…

Sometimes, when I’m running the conditioner through my hair, it’s your fingers massaging my scalp, and I feel the front of your body press into my back and I have to lean my elbows on the cool tiled wall… which causes my nipples to graze it, making me gasp and moan…

You consume my thoughts. My body needs your presence. My soul needs your words.