I lay there next to you my pain so bad, I was in tears. You kissed me gently and whispered. "Oh my sweet darling, I wish I could take your pain away."
"Me too, I'm so tired of hurting," I sniffed.
"I have an idea. Here, let me help you take your clothes off. That's it, now hang on let me put the protective cover under you. I don't want the bed wet.....pause...with oil."
"Oh honey, you are so good to me. Please be gentle I really hurt and sometimes touching hurts."
"Lay on your tummy if you can baby." You grabbed my favorite lotion soothing oatmeal and lavender, and gently rubbed my arms first. "Does that hurt?"
"No, actually feels good."
I relaxed as you did my arms and legs. However, when you touched my neck I cringed and squealed, "Ouch not so hard that hurts."
"Sorry lover." With a soft feathery touch you continued slowly, pausing to ask if I was fine ever so often. Little by little you felt me relax. For a moment you thought I'd fall asleep.
You kissed my shoulder touching it softly. "Baby, don't fall asleep yet, I want you to turn over."
"Awwwww, spoilsport." I turned with your help yelping with pain. The first thing you did was kiss me passionately, then smirked and spoke. "Your massage will commence soon and you might not relax every muscle." You laughed devilishly. You did my face, neck, and chest.
I purred, this massage was turning me on as well as relaxing me. That's when I noticed something; "Where are your clothes baby?" Laughing with passion in your eyes you answered. "Well, I don't know about you, but I cannot give you a massage with my clothes on."
"Uh-uh, with a sexy alternative idea I bet."
"Why not, are you up to adding little sexy tidbits to your massage?"
I rolled my eyes, "Continue my massage I love your hands, they make me feel better."
In my head I was saying outside in. As usual, I relaxed my pain, decreasing. However, my arousal was increasing. My nipples hardened under your touch, my clit was throbbing as if to say,' Don't forget me!'
I closed my eyes purring with delight, you always know what helps. All the sudden you licked my right nipples as your fingers rolled, and pulled at the left one.
"Mmmmmm, yes, I do love a titty man!"
You went downward with a feathery touch. You spread my legs and rubbed my abdomen, the inside of my thighs, my ass, ignoring my now drenched pussy. Your fingers were tantalizing me repeatedly.
How's your pain honey?"
"Ahhh, what pain? You're doing a great massage."
