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Massage Parlor
he called ahead...said he'd be there by 8
he sounded very stressed..his patience stretched to it's limits
it must've been such a long hard day
intuitively she knew his needs...she'd take care of him
make sure to have bath water ready...the temperature just the way he liked it
see...he was her most frequent visitor...her only visitor as of late
there was a developed trust between he and she
so she felt comfortable leaving the door unlocked just for him
she left his bath water running while steam drifted about
as he approached he would pause in the same place as he always did
just to graze in the little patch of garden just outside her door
then he'd enter in the same manner he always did
slowly peeking his head in before fully entering
there was something gentlemanly about that gesture she admired
no matter how bad his day might have been he was never hurried in her presence
the springs on her door were tight tho...very tight
and remained so no matter how often she would lube them
and he would always have to give a stern push
to move them aside allowing himself to be fully accommodated
immediately upon entering he felt weighted heat
emanating from her running bath...draping all around him
as beads of precipitation slickened his skin
preparing him for her massage
she welcomed him...felt him all over...felt how tense he was...
there was so much turmoil pent up within
she noticed his blood pressure had suddenly risen dramatically
left him on edge...yes..it was a long hard day indeed
he definitely needed some space where he could stretch out
and just be himself
she led him down her narrow hall
directly into her back room...guided him into her sunken tub
he immersed himself....soaking in her hospitality
as his presence filled her tub...making her waters rise to the brim
splashing about...spilling over...soiling the floor
streaming down the hall
god.....he seemed to tense up even more
taking up even more space...yet she was committed..convicted
massaging his restless bod...clamping down on his muscles
until he totally submitted to her sublime grip
suddenly his bod lurched forward...shifting her tub
she felt blooded pressure pulse throughout the entire length of he
inducing waves above and waves below
until he was completely emptied of all his worldly stress
freed of contemplation and consternation
as suds washed over her bud
she took pride and pleasure in this moment
smiling at the measure of his reaffirming aftermath
a treasured memoir indeed knowing that her parlor will always be
the place where her paramour will always come
to lay his head to rest
Published 4th Oct 2023
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My entry for WillowWhimsies comp
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4th Oct 2023 12:10pm
Reading this entry is the epiphany of innuendo... some truly consequential erotica, which for for me, is welcomed therapy for the soul....
Thank you for sharing, dear Naajir.
Good luck in the comp
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Thank you for sharing, dear Naajir.
Good luck in the comp
🌹💙
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