Look, Don't Touch
She was no masseuse, but the care she tried to put into each touch was more relaxing than the tension any “professional" could possibly rub out of me. and yet, just as i was fading into a tranquil state of pleasure, pinelove stopped.
The Crystal in the Crags
My masseuse instincts were coming out as i began to perform a modest massage on the lovely mare atop me. marble absolutely would find a place in my writings.
Newfound Sanctuary
However, i would rather save myself for my personal masseuse. i just can't get enough of his magic fingers." she then flashed me a wink.