A Massage Experience

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What goes on behind the locked doors of a massage parlour
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You enter the room heavy with gloom and doom
Knowing shortly you will see her in full bloom
She has a way of lifting your weighty load
And that’s even before she helps you unload

The taste of her kiss still lingering upon your lip
When you give her the command to undress and strip
Her eyes sparkle with glee and desire
Your need for her, she hopes to inspire

As she bends over to remove her shoes
Her naked body you tend to peruse
She lends her flesh for you to use
As she kisses away any domestic blues

You shut the light and there you stand in the dark
Your hands touch her flesh and feel a spark
Eyes are wide open but there is nothing to see
You go about your business, so eagerly

You move her body into a yoga’s “child’s pose”
Keeping knees apart but toes to toes
And from this playful submissive position
A fun way to start on your erotic mission

Now fully exposed her sex is open to your touch
Against her most intimate areas you graze and you brush
Hear her moans of pleasure, although she tries to hush
Her face red like blush after an orgasmic rush

Now on her back she is facing to you
Wondering what sorts of things you will do
From here you gently open her slit
And expose her love nub, her sensitive clit

One hand on her breast the other on your cock
What was once limp, now is hard as a rock
The pleasure you give, she wants to give back
You stimulate her G spot, her fingers start to jack

Felling like a winner, enjoying this spinner
You can spend the full hour making her your dinner
She is a tasty treat, a low cal sweet
An erotic adventure very hard to beat

Her sensitive spots are her feet and her ass
An unusual combination for this European lass
She carries herself with grace and with class
But always prepared for a roll in the grass

She likes you when you’re good, but loves you when you’re bad
All the time reinforcing that you’re the best she’s had
Her body purrs with pleasure and responds with delight
Clearly in tune with every touch done right

No longer complacent, she tells you to roll
For now it it’s her time to take control of your pole
Roleplaying a Domme or a sub, with never a hitch
She could make a good pitch as a versatile switch

Her horniness has reached to a factor of ten
She needs to get fucked, not an if but a when
She is a nympho and she must satisfy an urge
Providing a warm hole as two bodies merge

As you increase the force and pace of your pounding
Losing awareness of your current surrounding
No longer in control of your hijacked soul
Achieving an orgasm is your only goal

With a grunt and a gasp, an outpouring of seed
Your body relaxes like after smoking some weed
Feeling her heart beat, it still seems a flutter
With her body limp like heated up butter

With two bodies cuddling like a pair of spoons
Your cock and balls shrivelling like a pair of prunes
You take a final smell from your cuddled up flower
Because the end is near and time for a shower

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AnonymousAnonymousover 4 years ago
this was a 5

by the time I got 3 verses in!

Tregon Webster (bus driver)

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