Adult Blogger: Reality Kings RealityKings.com don't give massages to fat people. Or men. Or people who are old. Or ugly people. Shit, why should I? I'm rich. I only massage beautiful young girls. Period. But it only took me a second to recognize that Miss Taylor had the nicest skin I'd ever touched.
And don't ever believe it if somebody tells you that they had a massage but there was nothing sexual about it. Every single massage between two human beings involves sexual feelings. Even a jaded masseuse who gives twenty professional massages a week can't help but feel sexual stirrings.
And young Miss Taylor, who'd never in her lifetime had had a man touch her so intimately, was clearly both nervous and aroused. I worked her body slowly, kneading, caressing, stretching her in long, deep, slow strokes.
"Your hands are strong," she finally murmured through the towel her cheek was resting on.
"Do you want it softer?" I asked as my two hands ran up and down her hamstrings, the end of each stroke cupping and separating her pert little derriere. I could smell her need wafting up from her pink insides.
