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Asian Massage

Hot steam, thick as darkness at midnight, envelopes my naked body. I lie like an art model on my back with my Michelangelo endowment growing into fullness. She sprays me with hot suds until my erection is undeniable. My adulterer heart beats a mile a minute. She reaches over and gingerly clasps my penis between her dainty fingers. She says with forgone surety "Is it ok to touch you there?"
After my ritual cleansing she has me wrap a towel around my hips. She leads me to the room where I am to be debased by her. She has me drop the towel and lie on my stomach on the massage table. With her calligrapher's finger she traces the crease of my derriere. "You got a treat. Not all the masseuses will touch you there. It depends on the girl, you know" she says.
She works her magic on my supple body. "You're a good looking man" she says. She grasps my hair and pulls back my head. She asks "Do you want me to use my mouth on you?"
I reply, "I just want a massage. I don't need the extras."
She says, "But you need the rest. If you want just a massage then I'll give one to you."
She has me pivot onto my back. I feel the smolder of my genitals under her dark fire eyes. She grasps my pear with both hands. Like a loving wife she squeezes my cock and balls. My nether tongue hardens into hot rock freshly born of her ring of fire. She says, "You're just going to go home and masturbate."
I sigh, "No."
Her fingertips wrap around my maypole in ribbons of heat. she says, "Oh yes you will."
My castle falls under her siege. "Please finish me off. I give in."
She turns the lights down low. I watch with wonder what is happening to me. She dips her lips like a lady stooping to conquer me. I say, "No! Just use your hands." My childish fear of STDs plucks the flower before it blossoms.
Suddenly, she slips out of her blouse with feline finesse. She says, "I bet no massage girl has ever done this for you." I orbit her aureola with my thumb. She giggles. "Hey that tickles. Let's try this" she says as she bends toward me like a willow branch. My lips suck on her rosebud like a nursing kitten. My hand frolics like a lover upon her bare back. I massage her tender muscles like a husband. Her hand works me to the brink of passion's thrust.
My mission figs are cocooned in her silken fingers. She toys with my manhood like a cat playing with a mouse. Finally I convulse into a fit of madness.
She says, "Hey have you ever really made love to a woman? Are you married?"
I reply, "No I never have. And I'm not."
She coquettishly replies, "You are lying!"
She cleans me like a cat grooming her mate. Then she holds my hand and leads me to the door.