I never told you what giving you your first massage was like for me… Your eyes glance furtively around the room, before settling on the large, luxurious brown leather massage table. You sit down a few, safe feet from me, and we chat. I explain my style to you, and you nod along appreciatively. I gently remind you of the game we’d been playing, and that this was my reward for winning. Eventually, you leave to take a shower, and I get the room prepared. There’s an unusually heady atmosphere to the room, something I didn’t quite pick up on at first. After a long time in the washroom, you walk back in, towel wrapped around you as your hair clings greedily to your neck as the cloth hugged your curves. I motioned for you to mount the table, telling you to lie on your stomach. You comply, a little hesitant at first, but slowly relaxing into the soft, comfortable leather. I move you, to whispered protestations, into a position more favorable for me to work, while adjusting your towel to drape you properly, leaving your entire back half exposed, except your behind. I pass around you, and I place one finger on the small of your back. I gasp quietly, as an electric shock arcs up my arm. I’ve massaged hundreds of people, but this… This was different. This was interesting. As my finger rests there, your muscles tense and ripple ever so slightly under my touch, moving away yet yearning to be closer. The room feels a lot warmer than usual, and the faint tinge of moisture clings to my forehead. I work my way down your back, starting in your neck and shoulders and following the arc of your spine. Every pass I make down each sides elicits a noticeable inhale from you, pressing your back into my hands. I marvel quietly at the smoothness of your skin, as it buzzes under my touch, still shocking me, leaving me clinging to you for every second, not wanting that electricity to stop coursing through me. I glide my hands down the sides of your lower back, and you let out a gasp, convulsing gently as you feel the shock course back into you. I repeat the motion, the quiet moans escaping too delicious to resist. Goosebumps dot your flesh as I slowly work my way lower, before arcing back upwards, dragging my nails along the contours of your back, leaving tingling trails in their wake, and cause you to unconsciously press your hips into the table.

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Girl 2 (20M/18F): I come back from a party to find all these people sitting around in the dark in my dorm's common room. I'm wasted but they're all sober, and I provide them a lot of entertainment as a drunk exchange student. Eventually, and I'm not sure how it happened, the light went off they all started cuddling. This is all non sexual (nobody was kissing), and of course they're all sober. I sit down with this one chubby brunette with large boobs I'd talked to once or twice and start cuddling. They might have been non sexual, but I wasn't. I went down to her jeans and started rubbing where I thought her clitoris was (very bad behavior in hindsight). She said "no not quite there, go left" and I did and started secretly getting her off, under the pretense of "relaxing". Anyway everyone left eventually including me. However the girl contacted me on facebook wanting to "relax" and she came to my dorm room. She loved what I was doing with my fingers, and spent a lot of time on top. I was keen for more so I asked every day, which of course is desperate. Also I was trying to act "alpha" around her when she was with friends which was actually me being a giant douche for no reason. She got a boyfriend 2 weeks later, and would later avoid me, her friend describing the initial thing (which was more obvious than I thought) as "molestation". All kind of awkward.

3 (20M/18F): Another drunk party and I come home and I decide to see what the stoners are up to in this "secret garden" type area near the dorm. This one hilarious girl I I see around when I'm doing a late night studying who looks kind of like a caveman (stocky build, curly blonde hair) leans on me and puts her hand on my dick. Anyway the group all goes back to our rooms and we're the last people in the elevator and I say goodbye and she says "is that all?" and we start making out. We go to the common room from the previous story (because my roommate is asleep in my room) and have sex. She had 3 orgasms (started convulsing), which was good for her, but not for me as her pussy tasted like stale bread. The other thing I remember is after the sex she had an extraordinarily difficult time getting her twisted panties and shorts back on from around her ankles.

The morning sun warms your face. You feel its warmth and light pry you gently from your foggy dreams. You open your eyes just enough to make out your surroundings-and not so much that you are blinded by the piercing light.

Your thin sheet is wrapped tightly around you. You can feel the soft fabric against your naked skin. One arm is angled across your chest and it takes you a moment to realize your other hand is between your legs. There's a warmth there that tells you it must have been a good dream.

Your eyes slowly adjust to the light. The sun is rising over the water in the distance and the translucent curtains draped in front of the bungalow opening do little to dampen its rays. As your eyes adjust, you make out the silhouette of a figure standing a few yards off, facing the water. His male outline is accentuated by his casual white shirt and crumpled linen pants. He's casually standing with his hands in his pocket, observing something in the distance. Then, with one smooth motion, he turned and began walking back towards the veiled room.

As he approached, you could barely make out his features in the shadow of the sunlight. Then, while stepping from the sand onto the wooden threshold, you recognized the smiling face of your favorite Canadian.

"Hi Darling, " Jake said as he moved past the draped fabric and into the room, "How did you sleep?"

"Mmmm, fantasticly," you replied as your thoughts drifted back to the fleshy images in your mind.

Jake approached the side of the bed and knelt beside you. You close your eyes again as he runs his hands through your explosive morning hair.

"That's great," he whispers, and you feel his lips make contact with yours. Flashes of last nights events swirl through your mind-maybe it wasn't a dream after all. All at once, you feel the fire ignite again between your legs. Like someone has fanned the smoldering coals of a beach bonfire that was raging only a few hours ago.

You reach up and run your fingers through Jake's hair-pulling him closer to you at the same time. It's only when you feel warmth on your chest that you realize the sheet has slipped down, and you are lying exposed. Jake moves his hands up and down over your chest, running his fingers up across your shoulders and then back down to your breasts.

The car slows and then goes up a long driveway. Nick gets out and walk around to her door. He opens it and takes the chain in his hands. She spins and climbs out. There are no other houses visible. A number of small to medium trees fill the very deep front yard.

John parks the car. Nods to Nick and then climbs on his Harley. Roaring down the drive.

The house is two stories. Certainly not a mansion but fairly large. It is very quiet as he leads her inside. Disarming a complex looking security system. She sees cameras and little sensors in various spots.

Inside. Hardwood floors. Entranceway. Kinda empty. Hallway. No pictures. Another room. Big one. Black leather and touches of silver. A circle of wide couch around a central umm table. A padded one. Angel feel fear touch her again.

Which gets a lot better when he stops to take off the cuffs. He takes her panties too.

"Through that door is a shower. Use it. Come back out naked and not wrapped in a towel. Wait for me on the couch." He orders in a mild voice.

"Ummm