The Massage
This is a fantasy post. Something I have not done yet, but something I REALLY want to do. This is how I see it playing out in my head: The doorbell rings. I open it to find a massive man staring back at me. It's rare for me to describe a man as massive, as I'm over 6 feet and am usually the tallest, or close to it, in any situation. Not only is he taller than me, but much wider, all muscle. He's wearing grey sweatpants and a white, long sleeve cotton shirt. Even though it's loose, you can see the curves and definition in his arms, as well as his firm pecs underneath it. "I'm hear for the massage" he says. "Great", I say, as I lead him to the bedroom. "Do you need to freshen up?" I ask. He replies "no, I just came from the gym. Freshly showered". "Great", I say, "let's head to the bedroom". He asks me what is going to happen, and ensure him to not worry about it. Just relax, and let me do ...