Recent Post: MIKES APARTMENT MIKESAPARTMENT hovered over me that night I sensed that there must be another way. What was it that I desired from this man? I didn't really know. My answer (to myself) was to lay completely motionless. Ian had to find his own way into me. He had to discover my body with his own probings, unaided by my desire for his slender penis to run through me...I lay as still as death. I covered my eyes with my forearm, unable to see what must have been a look of confusion on his face, I sensed his emotion. His heart softened further. Then, a subtle shift coursed through him. He rose from my belly. I heard and felt a rustling next to the bed. The sound of my coconut oil jar lid unscrewing, followed by two smooth hands coming to rest on my belly, well oiled.
He began to massage me with long, luxurious strokes. First, he focused on my belly and breasts. It was some time before he moved to my face and shoulders. Finally, he worked my legs mightily until they seemed to melt from my torso. Just before turning me over he placed my sleeping blindfold on my eyes.
