Rub You Down!
STRAIGHT
For Adult Entertainment only.<BR><BR>I love You and Happy Birthday to me!
` Dim the lights.  
  
Light the candles.  
  
Turn on the romantic music.  
  
Break out the oils... 'cause I'm about to RUB YOU DOWN!  
  
Humming softly to the music, I hold a bottle of oil just above the candle to
deepen it's warmth.  
  
I look deeply into your eyes and return a teasing smile. Letting the oil run
into my hands, and rubbing them together, I allow the friction to intensify
the warmth of the oil, I lean forward to reach out with my heated touch and
place my hands flat across your shoulders. Using only my thumbs I trace upward
from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, then up the back of your neck. With
small, tight circles I increase the pressure on your relaxing muscles. I can
feel the tension drain from your body as you release first a sigh and then a
soft moan. Working my hands in a downward spiral, I use the heels of my palms
to tenderly massage your shoulders, then down the length of your spine.  
  
Your tender skin absorbs the oils.  
  
It is time to apply more - this time directly onto your back. You jump
slightly as the warmth of the oil startles you... and then quickly return to
the comfortable nest of the pillows resting beneath you. In time, your back is
glistening with a combination of anticipatory perspiration and oil.  
I lean back, pull my hair from my face, and blow softly across your back,
sending a sensual chill up your spine.  
  
My smile broadens as yet another soft moan escapes your lips.  
I pour more oil in the small of your back, and you shiver again. My hands move
the oil over your cheeks, and between your thighs. You shiver again as my oily
hands fondle your testicles. Your scrotum tightens and squirms and softly
juggles your own nuts for you as I gently pull and tug and stretch your sack
and fondle its tender contents.  
  
I re-oil, and concentrate on the back of your thighs. Slowly teasing my way
back to the softly flexing jewel sack. I work it some more and the soft skin
relaxes and stretches and now your 'boys' are resting on the side of the
pillow well below your hips.  
  
I lean over, letting my hair tickle your thighs and blow on the 'boys.' They
squirm and react and your nasty little scrotum tries to pull them back into
your body. Yet the room is warm, and as I gently fondle and oil them again,
they swing low, and I see that their one eyed companion is filling and pushing
against the soft pillow.  
  
I reach under the bed for the shiny chromed instrument....  
  
After only a slight hesitation,I place my tongue at the base of your spine and
in one smooth motion, lick all the way up until I reach your neck, as my body
leans forward to rest upon your back. I am sure you can feel my erect nipples.  
  
There is a loud click and the smallest of scrunches as the handles close.  
This time your moan is not so subtle. And your fully erect member thrusts as
if to penetrate the pillow under your hips, while the shinny, tightly clamped,
burdizzo follows the thrusting movement of your now so small and tightened
little jewel bag. Tightly clamped to the now dying contents of your scrotum.  
  
All is silent, except for your staggered breathing as your manhood ends.  
I blow out the candles...  
  
I love You and Happy Birthday to me!  
  

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