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Mature Desire
Whispers of my magic massage had piqued her curiosity,
This mature beauty, seeking relief from her weary stress.
From the first caress, a pleasant shock, a delightful discovery -
As beneath my skilled touch, her pain began to subside.
"Press, kneel, push, grind," she commanded, "get down."
Emboldened, she guided my hand beneath her skirt,
Skin soft, sweet and moist, growing ever more slippery, denser.
I worked my way down, massaging her hips and thighs.
She shed her panties, urging me to her most sensitive place.
A state of foreplay opened the floodgates of her lust.
Reaching new heights, she craved yet more of my caress.
Now on her back, she raised her hips, eager for my advance.
Immersed in oil, her legs spread wide, I kissed her neck.
Slowly, gently, I slid my manhood into her welcoming warmth.
An electric shiver, her moans growing louder with each stroke -
I brought her to the precipice, her surrender complete.
A state of wild abandon, of utter submission, overwhelmed her.
This massage session, a sensual revelation, a piercing need fulfilled.
I gripped her body tight, spilling my seed into her warm, welcoming cave.
She sighed, utterly satisfied, my magic hands having worked their spell.
This mature beauty, seeking relief from her weary stress.
From the first caress, a pleasant shock, a delightful discovery -
As beneath my skilled touch, her pain began to subside.
"Press, kneel, push, grind," she commanded, "get down."
Emboldened, she guided my hand beneath her skirt,
Skin soft, sweet and moist, growing ever more slippery, denser.
I worked my way down, massaging her hips and thighs.
She shed her panties, urging me to her most sensitive place.
A state of foreplay opened the floodgates of her lust.
Reaching new heights, she craved yet more of my caress.
Now on her back, she raised her hips, eager for my advance.
Immersed in oil, her legs spread wide, I kissed her neck.
Slowly, gently, I slid my manhood into her welcoming warmth.
An electric shiver, her moans growing louder with each stroke -
I brought her to the precipice, her surrender complete.
A state of wild abandon, of utter submission, overwhelmed her.
This massage session, a sensual revelation, a piercing need fulfilled.
I gripped her body tight, spilling my seed into her warm, welcoming cave.
She sighed, utterly satisfied, my magic hands having worked their spell.
Published 8th Apr 2024
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You sure know how to cast a magic spell….of words
I have written a story on the magic of a massage… I’ll post it soon.
I have written a story on the magic of a massage… I’ll post it soon.
8th Apr 2024 4:15am
Thank you for your insightful comment. I definitely know how to give a massage. I have a diploma for that. Every poet has his own magic...of words.
Excited to read your story about the magic of massage.
Excited to read your story about the magic of massage.
8th Apr 2024 4:30am
just posted the short story ... hope you can use your diploma to tell me what you think
11th Apr 2024 7:23pm
Have a soft spot for massage settings for erotica. After reading this what could be a rhyming summary of such a poem as this came to my mind:
Mature desire
is set on fire
when awakened
on a weekend
spent in massage,
spirit's recharge,
by a masseur
with touch so sure
(her clit and tits
not off-limits)
Mature desire
is set on fire
when awakened
on a weekend
spent in massage,
spirit's recharge,
by a masseur
with touch so sure
(her clit and tits
not off-limits)
