I had just come up for my lunch, I went into the toilet, and as I close the door, from behind the door my colleague jumps out at me, wrapping her arms around my neck, kissing my lips.
Sandy starts me off with some light stretches, getting us both warmed up. I quickly realised she’s a very hands on yoga instructor and before long starts using her hands to apply some pressure to my body as she helps me through the various exercises. Her hands would grip my muscles, my calf muscles, hamstring, quads, fairly high up, sending a shock through my body. I had never felt this kind of way when I was doing my yoga sessions with Corey. I’ve never felt this way especially with a woman touching my body. My mind was in confusion. My body was getting extremely turned on at the touch of Sandy’s hands against me. I think I must have let out a soft moan at some point.
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.
I walked into the bar with my family, and there she was sat on a bar stool, long red hair, red dress, huge boob, red heels, red nail polish and the to die for red lip stick. I took one look at this magnificent lady in front of me and I was in love. My parents walked over to her and sat me down next to her, they said she will look after me as they go about enjoying the party in the bar.
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”.
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*Snap, Snap, Snap* taking photos of this beautiful wedding, and all these happy faces, is one reason why I became a professional photographer. The happiness and joy on the faces of the happy couple as well as their families is bliss. The other reason I do wedding photography is the bridesmaids and women who attend the weddings. I find them to be so broody and horny at the same time, they’re easy targets for the odd one night stand or the short intense relationships without strings.
Ever since I was heart broken at as a young guy in my late teens, I have lost the emotional connection to women in a romantic sense, they’re now just items to help with my extremely high sex drive.
He opens the door, room number 306, to find his paid for lady sat on a chair, in lacy black underwear, bra, stockings, suspenders, and high heels. She has on purple lipstick and eye shadow, her hair tied up loosely, she smiled as her man for the next hour closed the door.
“Welcome home honey” standing up moving over to him, helping him remove his jacket, kissing his lips gently, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time, kissing his neck, biting gently as she pulls his shirt down and off his arms.