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Subject: {Dulcinea} Repost:  The Massage (mf, rom,
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The Massage
by Dulcinea

Dirty dishes.  Laundry.  Vacuuming.  Everything was piling
up at home, and she had to work late.  In fact, she'd had to work
late all this week.  She felt tired.  She felt cranky.  She just
wanted to go home.

Oh, it would have to be pizza again for dinner.  Or maybe
Chinese.  She sighed, packing a stack of paperwork into
her briefcase, shutting off the light at her desk.  Almost 8 p.m.
He was at home, waiting for her.  Maybe he'd already taken care
of dinner.  He liked to cook.  Maybe he'd fixed something
already.  Dialing home, she let him know she was on her way,
then made a run for it.

She groaned as she climbed into the car, her body aching.
And, as usual, she had more than enough to keep her busy
all weekend, working on the reports and records in her briefcase.
Maybe if she asked him, tonight he'd find time to give her one of his
wonderful, delightful, relaxing massages.  She smiled, thinking of
his hands on her shoulders, kneading the tense muscles, removing
the ached and pains with his gentle kisses, and his expert touch.

Of course, if she got a massage right now, she'd fall asleep.

Shaking her head to get the blood flowing, she fired up her little
truck and headed home.



She could smell the delightful odors wafting through the garage
as soon as she opened the truck door.  Oh, he was cooking something
delicious.  Her mouth watered, her stomach rumbled, and she realized
she'd once again skipped lunch.

"Ah, beautiful Lady," he said, looking up when she entered.  "Welcome
home."  He took her briefcase and her coat, leading her to the table.
A plate was already prepared, and a glass of milk, her favorite, poured.
"If you desire anything else, just let me know."

"You are so sweet," she said, then fell ravenously upon the plate of
spaghetti.  Smiling, he sat down and watched her eat.



After soaking in a lemon scented bath, she felt almost human again.
There had been clean dishes to eat off of, and now there were clean
towels to dry herself with; he'd been busy.

He was sitting in bed, reading, when she emerged from the bathroom,
and he smiled, his eyes lighting up at her towel clad form.  "Come here."
He patted the bed beside him.  "Lay down.  You look like you need a
massage."

"You are *so* right!"  She dropped the towel and laid face down on
the bed, sighing contentedly.  Her skin felt damp to his fingers, and he
could smell a hint of lemon as he licked the soft skin between her
shoulder blades.

He started at her shoulders, his fingers kneading the painful knots
out of her muscles.  He ran his thumbs under her shoulder blades,
tracing her spine down the length of her back.  He talked softly while
he massaged, telling her of his day, telling her how much he loved
her.

Rubbing her ass, he leaned over and began kissing her shoulders,
knowing that this would drive her crazy.  Sliding his finger down the
crack of her ass into her pussy, he slipped into her wetness.  She
moaned, her thighs opening up to grant him easier access.

His thumb began to plunge in and out of her, one finger rubbing her
clit.  "Oh, honey," she sighed, her body squirming under his attentions.
Kissing down her back, he nibbled on her soft ass cheeks, feeling his
cock grow harder as he smelled the odor coming from her pussy.

Abandoning her clit, he slipped two, then three fingers into her,
feeling her hairless pussy lips clutch at him.  With a soft cry, she
came, her juices filling his hand, coating his fingers.

"Feeling better, honey?" he asked, one hand still stroking the inside
of her pussy gently, the other rubbing her back.  She nodded, her
breathing still heavy.  "This weekend, honey, we're just going to relax.
Okay?"

"Okay?" he repeated.

"Honey?"  He leaned over, not surprised to see her eyes closed.  Her
breathing became even, her body relaxed.  She was asleep.

He sighed, kissing her once on the forehead, then snuggled in next
to her.  His cock was still throbbing, but he would get over that.
Wrapping his arm around her possessively, he tried to go to sleep.

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