I can tell when you walk in that you've had a long day at work....  Your shoulders are hunched ever so slightly, and tension is pulling at the edges of your face.  You look like you'd like nothing better than to just sit down and relax.  Maybe read a book, or watch some TV.  But I've got other plans for you...

At first you say that you're too tired for surprises, and you just want to relax.  But you know from experience that my surprises are always fun, so you agree without protesting too much more.  

Remember that blow job I promised you not so long ago?  The one that would curl your toes and make you throw your head back in ecstasy?  Well tonight's the night, and you're in for the full treatment...  How does a full body massage sound?  From those tight shoulders all the way past that sweet ass…  All the way down to your sensitive feet and to very surface in between.  

But first, let's get you out of these clothes and on to the bed.  That's okay, let me take care of it.  Let me just slip this shirt over your broad shoulders and caress your arms as I remove the sleeves one at a time.  It's so much easier to undo a belt from behind isn't it?  Just let me slide my arms around your waist and undo the buckle.  There it goes... And now for the zipper.   It slides down so smoothly over that lump of growing warmth…  Now, now, keep your hands away!  No touching anything, this is entirely my show, and I'll be sure to take very good care of you indeed.  

Your pants slip down past your thighs, your knees and land down around your ankles with a soft thud as the wallet in your back pocket hits the floor...  I bend down to gently guide each leg out of its cloth trappings and slide your socks off while I'm there.  Oh, did that tickle?  I will have to be more careful around your feet, I say with a wink.  So now all that's left is your underwear.  I'm tempted to just pull them down with my teeth, but I'd rather touch the firm globes of your ass with my hands tonight.  I want you to feel everything tonight, I want you to overload on the sensations of physical touch.  

So I slowly slide my hands up your legs…  I stop to caress your thighs for only a second, and then continue on up and onto your ass cheeks, entering your underwear from beneath.  I can’t help but to give them a quick squeeze as I reach by to hook the top band with my finger tips.  I don’t quite catch it with my first try, it’s rather difficult to snag the band between my fingers so that I don’t have to turn my palms away from your body.  After another unsuccessful attempt, I give over to being practical and tear my palms away from your skin.  As I begin to draw down your underwear though, I discover a new pleasure that I hadn’t considered.  With my hands this way, my pinkies fall naturally into the cleft between the cheeks of your ass.  So as I pull down your underwear, my fingers trace the line to and beyond your warm hole.  

After what seems like an eternity in the hot passage between your cheeks, I finally have your underwear down and off of you.  I am still kneeling behind you, but I know that your arousal is becoming more and more evident.  I give you a slight push towards the bed as I stand up.  Caught off guard, you fall forward slightly before catching yourself.  I laugh a little, asking if you’re really so anxious to hop into bed.  You smile at me over your shoulder, but say nothing.  I see the hint of a blush showing in your cheeks, and decide to move this show on to the next act.

I come over beside you and pat the bed.   Lie down and get comfortable, I say.  On your tummy, I add, with a smile.  At first you seem a bit disappointed, as though you’d rather I massage something other than your back first.  Once you’re lying there, though, I turn away to reach for the baby oil when I feel your hand squeezing my ass cheek.  Turnabout is fair play, you point out, and it’s my turn to blush.  Move to the middle of the bed and settle down, I say, trying to hide my reaction.  This is supposed to be my show, but, as always, you’ve got a way of taking over without my knowing just quite how.

You do centre yourself on the bed, though, and I proceed to undress myself.  Not to full nudity, I keep my underwear (silk boxers) on, and I don’t miss the look of surprise and maybe disappointment when you see that I’m not undressing completely.  Not wanting to ruin the mood, I climb on to the bed quickly, bringing the full bottle of baby oil with me.  I warmed it in hot water earlier, so it should be both warm and very smooth when it comes out.  

Now where to start?  Looking at you I know where I’d like to start…  I suspect we’d both like it.  But I want to do this right.  So I start by squeezing some oil on to my left palm and, after clicking the cap shut and putting the bottle aside, I rub my hands together.  It’s a strange feeling at first…  It’s warm and moist, but thinner than I’d expected…  It should work well for this though.

I start by laying my hands squarely on your shoulder blades, and make a quick sweep down and in towards your lower middle back.  My thumbs touch and overlap just inches over the starting of your ass crack, and I start retracing my route back up towards your shoulders.  With each stroke, up and down, I start to apply more pressure, feeling for tightness and knots as I go.  The oil makes the contact smooth and sensual, and I feel you move beneath me every time my hands pass near your ass cheeks, though I never touch them.

Kneeling directly above your ass gives me the perfect angle to work both your back and your neck without applying too much pressure to anyone area.  I start to kneed into your shoulders more frequently as I can sense that most of your tension is built up there.  I work at it more, and eventually start to feel the muscles releasing.  Your oh so quiet moan tells me what I already knew, you’re starting to drift off into a well deserved rest.

I almost feel guilty as I slowly change my position so that I’m facing your feet.  You hardly seem to notice that I’m no longer massaging deep into your shoulders.  My hands are still covered with oil, so the move down your left leg to your foot is even faster than I could have imagined.  Your surprise to find my hands aggressively tickling your feet is made obvious by your sudden outburst and attempt to roll over to your back.  What’s that?  You exclaim, and I burst out laughing.  You were dozing off, I say between fits of laughter, and I wanted you to stay awake.  You grumble something under your breath, but I’m too distracted looking at your newly exposed penis.  Although it’s not yet hard, it has certainly grown thicker.  It reminds me of a sausage, even though that does sound cliché.  A nice plump sausage nestled in your crotch.  Just looking at it is enough to distract me, but I can feel you looking at me and I force myself to look up to your face.  Now you’re smiling…  You caught me, and I can’t deny it.  Roll back over, I say, but you don’t.  You continue to lie there, staring at my face as I had stared at your tool.  When you finally do roll over, I breathe a little sigh of relief.  I’m not sure what I would have done if you’d done any more…  Desire burns close to the surface in me, and you know it too well.  I did notice as you turned, though, that your sausage has grown plumper yet again.  

As you make yourself comfortable again, I reposition myself atop you, being careful to slip my feet under the pillows on either side of your head.  No sense in adding to the temptation is there?  I return my attention to your legs… Rubbing each leg in turn, from thigh to ankle and back again, I find my rhythm and you settle in once more, feeling somewhat assured that my time for tricks is done.  As I reach for your right foot I feel you tense beneath me…  Don’t worry, I’m just going to massage it a bit, I say, no worries, okay?  You relax, though not completely, as I start to massage first your right, then your left foot.  I kneed deeply into your feet, trying to avoid stimulating any sense of being tickled.  None the less, you don’t completely relax again until I’ve moved away from your feet.

Only one place left then you can turn back over, I say, more to myself than to you.  I reach for the oil again and stop.  I can’t decide how to position myself.  Over your legs, giving me an easy upward push, or straddling across your back, so that I can pull and kneed the flesh more thoroughly.  I consider for a moment, ultimately deciding to sit facing your feet, thinking that your back is likely somewhat dryer than the legs I just so recently rubbed.

I start by gently running the palms of my newly oiled hands over your cheeks.  Lightly touching the surface of your ass, caressing it ever so gently.  As I reach for the bottle of oil with my left hand, I make a tight V with my fingers and slowly slip my hand into your crack, pushing your cheeks apart as I spread my fingers and descent further in.  Once I have exposed the rosebud of your ass I bring the oil closer and squeeze…   The first drops fall straight on to the lips of your hole and dribble down towards your ball sac.  I squeeze more oil out and begin to draw the bottle up, drawing my fingers back along the line they so recently followed, the oil leaving a wet trail to show the path.  

Maybe I imagined it, but it seemed that you jumped.  Or maybe you simply adjusted yourself to be more comfortable, but it happened just as the newest dribble of oil passed over your ass lips.  

Mmmm….  

I dip in to your crack and begin to spread the newly deposited oil.  Your crack is glistening in the light, and your rosebud lips seem to quiver as I go near them.  I begin by rubbing across your cheeks, from your crack to your thighs.  My right hand travels smoothly across your left cheek, as my left hand crosses the right…. The movement is strange, I suppose, but it has its purpose.  As I reach the edge of your cheeks I lean in closer, breathing warm air across your skin, watching your flesh prickle with little bumps.  Then I turn my hands so that my knuckles play across your skin as I pull my hands back in towards and across your centre.  Again I pull my hands across your ass, my knuckles pushing in to it, as I cross my hands again to opposite sides of your body.  I blow out a cooler breath this time, making a mark of Zorro across your skin with my breath.  As I turn my hands in, my palms now touching your skin, I grip tightly and pull your cheeks together.  I pull my hands across your cheeks, feeling your skin go ever more taught with every inch.  And when I once again reach your crack, my hands dive deeply and push down further and further.  As I pass over your hole, my fingers almost sink in, as though being sucked by some other force, but I push on further.  Following your crack down through your legs, almost tickling at your drawn up ball sac.  

My hands begin to trace ever shrinking circles from the base of your ass around your cheeks and down through your crack again.  Each time I find myself drawn to that mysterious hole, and each time I push onward.  Who knows how long has passed since I began my spiraling descent, for me time has very little meaning now.  

And then you stir.  

At first it’s nothing more than a whimper, and then you seem to push up against me.  I snap out of my daze with that movement, and my movement stops.  You whimper again, but I’ve regained control of myself, and I know what is to come next…  

Turn over, I say, as I move myself to kneel again at your side.  You whimper again, more loudly this time, and pull your legs in slightly so that your ass is on show.  Cunning.  You know how to tempt me.  Turn over, I say again.  And this time, my tone is clear.  I can see the disappointment in your eyes more clearly this time too, and I cringe a little thinking that I’ve disappointed you.  The thought vanishes quickly enough, though, as you become exposed to me in your full glory.  Where there was a sausage before, now there is a something more…  Thick and lined with veins, it pulses without even being touched.  

My, my, my… I say, with a hint of amusement.  Are you enjoying your massage?  The look you give me then is one of irritation and impatience.  I’m toying with you again, and my smugness is making it unbearable.  Relax, I say, the best is yet to come, I promise you that.  And although you may not be convinced now, I know that it won’t be long before you realize I spoke the truth.

I begin my massage again, this time starting with your legs.  My movements are rhythmic and competent, but the brevity of it shows my own anxiousness to move on to more interesting grounds.  

I straddle you once again, this time facing your face, looking in to your eyes.  Your penis is jutting up, almost obnoxiously, as if daring me to do something with it.  So I do…  As I lower myself over your, I slide your manhood between the cheeks of my own ass.  I can easily feel the heat of it through my boxers, and there is little doubt that a large patch of sticky moisture is leaking through the fabric.  I settle down further, rocking back and forth to secure your penis in my crack, and then clamp my cheeks shut around you as tightly as I can manage.  In doing so I also pull my legs together, pinning myself to you and giving me an extra measure of control. 

I smile.  The look on your face is dazed…  I know how much you want to push… To push up and into me… Through the cloth and into my hole.  To push this dance to the next level, whatever that might be, just so long as it be now.  But it isn’t for you to say, and my hold on you is firm.

The baby oil is starting to cool now… It’s been sitting out for so long that it has lost its heat… So when I dribble it, first on your left nipple, then on your right, you feel a bit of a shock.  You buck up, beneath me, and I grip even tighter, both with my legs and with my ass, holding you down.  I don’t say anything, I simply place my thumbs on your nipples and press down… Not hard, but firmly enough to be felt.  And then I turn them.  Covered in oil, the movement is smooth and painless.  But the result is what I’d hoped… As I pull my hands away your nipples have become aroused.  They’ve hardened into little points like the erasers at the end of pencils.  

I run my fingers over them again.  Pausing to pinch them lightly, and scratch them slightly with my nails.  You shiver.  I pinch harder.  And again.  Never enough to cause you pain, but enough to make you know I’m there.  Know that I have your nipples and I can play with them however I choose.  Your chest is heaving now.  Your tool beneath me is throbbing stronger than ever.  But I have yet to finish my massage…

I begin spreading the oil out from your nipples and across the vast expanse of your chest.  My hands move together on opposite sides of your chest and I work my way further and further down.  As I approach my own crotch, lying on top of you, I begin to retrace my way back up to your nipples.  And then I go beyond.  I begin to massage your shoulders again, this time from a new vantage.  I caress your neck, and then up to your cheeks.  My hands travel across your face to touch your ears and into your hair.  I clasp your head in my hands and lean in to your face. 

Your hard member slaps angrily against your stomach as it comes free of my ass cheeks, and I lean in to kiss you.  My mouth meets yours and they both open.  Our tongues collide as we seem to try to devour one another.  The kiss is passionate and long, and our breathing becomes heavier.  Kissing is like nothing else, and feeling your tongue in my mouth is ecstasy.  As we kiss our arms encircle one another, and we squeeze ourselves together ever tighter.  Our legs intertwine and become locked together, as our crotches grind together like two wrestlers looking to dominate one another.  It could happen now, you know.  We could fall into this pit of passion and frenzy and let go with abandon.  And in a sense, we do.  The kiss goes on an on, and with it our bodies almost seem to overlap.  

I don’t know who regains control first, but I somehow it happens.  The kiss ends, and we find ourselves tied together by our own limbs.  We’re both breathing hard, and the electricity in the air seems enough to light a city for weeks.  

Do you want that blow job now?  I ask.  You laugh in absolute wonder.  I smile again, knowing that you’re finally ready.  

How do you want me?  You ask.  On your back is good, I say, but put some pillow behind your back so that you can lean up a little.  I know the position I want you in, and I know why, but you still have to learn it.  Put your legs on either side of my head, over my shoulders like this, I say as I move your left leg over my right shoulder and wrap my arm around it.  You put your other leg over my left shoulder and I wrap my left arm around it as well.  My hands are resting just above your crotch now, easily able to reach down and manipulate your penis when I need to.  Now, if you decide that you want to take charge and plow your cock down my throat, we can just roll over together and you can fuck my face all you want.  You look skeptical as I say this, but I reassure you that I know what I’m doing.  Trust me, I know how to do this from experience, it’s great fun and it keeps things going, no breaks…  But before I can even finish you seem to decide that I’ve said enough and I find your meat in my mouth.  I didn’t even see you move your hand, but I see it as you pull it away to put back behind your head.  

Not wanting to miss an obvious cue, I pull back until only the head is in my mouth and begin to suck on it.  Think of it as a lollipop, I’d always heard, and it’s a good analogy.  So I swirl my tongue around just as I would a lollipop.  Then I suck up the juices and swirl again.  The third time I swirl in the opposite direction and finish off with a slurping lick.  I wink as I look up at you, and do something completely unexpected.  I take it all in.  The movement is so quick and goes so deep that I even surprise myself, and from the sudden intake of breath, I’m guessing I’ve surprised you too.  All I know is that I suddenly find myself nuzzling into your crotch hair and breathing in your scent. 

And then I swallow.  The sensation in my throat is a bit like choking, but without the scary side effect.  I don’t know how it feels to you, but the way your cock suddenly swells up and pulses is more then enough suggest that it was good.  If I didn’t need to breathe I’d probably even stay down here for a long time.  I have to pull up though, and I start the long climb back to the head of your penis.  Covered in saliva and pre cum now it really glistens.  I do the lollipop thing again, and this time I start down the shaft much more slowly.  I don’t make it all the way to the bottom this time, but that’s okay, I know I have lots of time to practice.  

Or do I?  The way your penis is pulsating I’m beginning to wonder.  After a couple more trips up and down the length of your cock I feel you start to move.  I doubt if you’re even thinking as we both flip over to the side.  And once you’re on top of me you seem to be thinking about nothing more than plunging your cock as deep as it can go.  Over and over, you plunge into me with more energy than even I could have imagined was in you.  You go deep with every thrust, and more than once I find myself almost choking on your hard cock.  And then it happens.

The first explosion, what else can you call it when it happens with such force, hits just as you’re starting to thrust in yet again.  The second comes out farther in, beyond my tongue and my ability to taste it.  And you don’t stop.  You thrust and plunge and pull up and thrust again.  All the time you’re shooting cum into my mouth and throat, filling me with your essence.  And you don’t stop….

You don’t seem to realize that you’ve even cum until it’s all over.  You stop, mid thrust, and look down at me in surprise.  It’s as though you lost track of where you were, and what you were doing.  You’re staring to soften, still in my mouth, and I’m taking full advantage of your disorientation… I slurp and suck to get every last drop out of you, always hoping for more.  This time I control us as we roll back to our original positions.  I look up into your face, but you’re still dazed…  That’s fine with me though, because I want you to stay that way until it’s too late…

I start out by sucking at you… Just a bit.  I know your penis is ultra sensitive right now, and one wrong move would bring you out of your dream world.  So I suck gently, with just enough pressure to caress your penis.  Then I slowly start to slide my tongue down the underside of your cock…  Down to the bottom and then back up along the shaft…  It’s a slow process, but I know it will be worth it.  As I start of feel you growing again in my mouth I slip my head forward, just enough to make sure that you’re all the way in my mouth.  I’m sucking harder now, and I know you’re starting to notice me again… It doesn’t matter now, because I know I’ve already caught you again…  I start swallowing, as though I’m a snake trying to pull my meal further into me…  But now it’s the snake that’s being swallowed whole.  The movements in my mouth and throat are really working now… I can feel you growing thicker and longer…  And then you moan…

So I stop.  The look of surprise on your face is nothing new to me now…  I’m a little surprised myself, to see that you still haven’t figured out my game…  I’m a tease.  

You reach for my head, wanting to draw me down on to you again, but I pull away.  What’s up? you ask.  You are, for one, I reply with a smirk.  Before you can say anything more I begin to lean towards you.  I know what you’re thinking, but you’re not going to get it that easily.  I reach past you, the hair on my chest brushing lightly over your engorged cock, and grab the oil again.  You watch all of it with a great deal of interest, wondering what’s coming next…

So… I say.  You want more?  I give you my best look of pure innocence, as I slowly squeeze some oil onto the fingers of my right hand.  Your eyes never quite meet mine… You seem pretty distracted by those now glistening fingers.  Maybe you’d like some of this?  I ask, as I slowly turn to the side and present my ass to you.  Your cock pulses even more strongly as I slip first one, then another finger down my crack and into my own hole.  It’s nice and warm inside you know, but ever so tight, I remark, all the while sliding my fingers in and out in a slow and even rhythm.  

You moan slightly, as though you’re imagining just how warm and tight it really is…. How it would feel to have your manhood stuffed up inside of me, exploring me like never before.  

Or maybe, I suggest, you’d prefer something like this…  I slip my fingers out of my own ass and start moving towards you.  I don’t give you any time to think or speak before I shove my still oiled fingers deep into your ass.  You gasp, a mixture of unexpected pleasure and pain, but I stifle it with a kiss that suggest so much more to come.  I probe your hole more vigorously than I did my own, but you don’t seem to mind too much… Or maybe it’s just having my tongue in your mouth that stops you from complaining…  

I pull away again, my tongue and fingers leaving you as suddenly as they came.  So is that what you want then? I ask, my voice lower than before, my eyes only half open, as though I were half asleep and  helpless to rebuff your desires.

Yes.  The sound is guttural, more a growl than a word, but your meaning is clear.  You reach for me again, this time you know you’re going to have what you want… Whatever you want.  All that you could possibly want.

Wrestle me, I say, make me submit to you and you can have it all….  But if you lose, and then I pause, knowing without looking at you that your eyes are becoming ever wider with surprise. If you lose, I start again, then you’re mine, and I WILL have my way with you.

What can I say?  I’m a tease.