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The Stuff that Dreams Are Made Of (part 2)...

Ok so, I was asked by a few people - UGH, Mackgurl, why did you end the dream story THERE??!! What happened next?! Come on, inquiring minds need to know LOL. Alright, heard! So where did I leave off?? Ah yes, the massage was about to begin...

 The massage starts and it's everything - I mean E-VER-Y-THANG I had imagined it would be...I believe we've discussed my imagination before. Suffice it to say my imagination is quite intense...

 His hands worked my body until I lost all sense of shyness. I begin to wish for more...more oils, more scents, more music, more massages? And because my walls had been successfully, dare I say masterfully breached, I began to speak...to put voice to these wants and desires. The conversation between the two of us went a bit like this:

 Me: May I have 2 please? (OMG did I really just ask that?? He's going to think I'm crazy! He's not even finished with this massage and here I am asking for another one? Crazy! He's going to think I'm -)
Him: Absolutely.
Me: (Oh really...well in that case)  Thank you because I'm in serious need. 
Him: (continues to work my body with those hands)
Me: (eyes closed, I mumble...) Can you hold me after? (Aww hell what did I just say?)
Him: Whatever you want.
Me: Chest to chest? (Holds breath...)
Him: Hell yeah!! (clears throat...) ahem, I mean of course
Me: (eyes still closed) And can you rub my back while you hold me? Draw circles on my skin with your fingers? (At this point, I'm just gone...)
Him: Whatever you want
Me: (Hmmm did his voice just get deeper? A bit breathy??) Ok
Him: So, will we be sitting or would you prefer to lie down?
Me: Yes...both. Sitting, straddling your lap and then we'd lie down.
Him: Shiii (clears throat..) ahem, I mean sounds good.
Me: See I figured after the massages, I will climb into your lap, straddle you and you will hold me. After a while, you'll say "love, let's go lie down"
Him: I like the way you think...(yeah his voice is definitely deeper now, much much breathier...)

 Almost immediately, he leans down and kisses my forehead...then he tilts my head back a little and the kissing really starts...these aren't just pecks on the lips...sure they start off like that but soon he cups my face with both of his big, manly, smooth hands (never known a man's hands to feel so buttery smooth)...then he stares into my eyes...searching...for what I don't know but whatever it was, he finds it because his lips lower and claim mine...

 He sucks my bottom lip into  his mouth...holding it hostage he nibbles and suckles it and then he REALLY kisses me. Tongues dancing, twirling and twining...my body goes limp from the all consuming ever growing feeling of pleasure...

 Legs slide and arms wrap...legs wrap and fingers slide and caress... overwhelmed, our positions change...me on top...and then...then the passion filled winding and deep slow grinding began...

 Sweet dreams,
Mackgurl

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