It’s Friday, my weekend off, much needed after a busy week, and the best thing about today is its Yoga day. I could do with a really good yoga session today.
I get into my usual morning routine, up and out of bed bright and early, a glass of OJ and some pancakes with maple syrup and berries. An unusual spring in my step this morning, I skip up the stairs into my bedroom, strip my clothes off, admire my body and put on my yoga pants and sports bra. I stare at the clock on my phone only to realise that I’ve still got an hour left before my Yoga instructor arrives and just like my phone new I was holding it, it started to ring, I squealed to myself and answered it.
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Friendly Encounter
Years had passed; we talked and talked all the time via text and through the Internet. Then one day we decided to meet up, and spend a couple of days together. We decided to have a night in a hotel, nerve were wreaking havoc driving to meet this wonderful girl I’d known for years but never met.
The moment had arrived, I parked at the hotel, got the room details, she had already arrived and checked in. I was so nervous I got lost on my way to the room. Eventually I found the room, *knock knock* my heart pounding as the door lock turns and she opens the door. My smile stretched across my face, my knees were weak and my heart beating was visibly through my T-shirt. She was a stunner, her long blonde hair, gorgeous smile, perfect teeth, she was shorter than me, but had the curves to make any man drool. I was in awe. I walked into the room, sitting down getting comfortable, as we sat next to each other on the bed, chatting away as if we had been doing this for years.
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Magic Hands
There I was laying on a table butt naked, with just a towel covering my lady parts, face down, waiting for my masseur. I hear the door open, “are you ready madam” I hear a husky french voice and immediately start to hope he isn’t attractive.
“Yes, I’m ready thank you”
He begins to pour oil into his hands, and starts to rub them together, gently placing them on the top of my back, running his hands up and down. The smell of lavender surrounding the room, as he starts to apply pressure to my shoulders, gently massaging them. I let out a soft moan, and he says “Oh, madame, you are very tense”.
Scripted Fantasies 