~WARNING~ The following story contains adult content involving intense sensuality and is 100% unvarnished truth. If you are someone whom has ever said the phrase "too much information", you should quit reading now.
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Friday night, Shawn and I arrived home shortly after 1 AM after a late night drive in the country. It had been a full, wonderful, but exhausting day and we were both ready to crash. As we got a bite to eat and were standing in the kitchen leaning against opposite counters eating ice cream and Hershey's bars, I looked at him and said,
"I'm so tired but I just love you and want to be with you. What do you say to no sex tonight, just making out and heavy petting?"
To which Shawn replied,
"We'll see. My back is really sore and my legs."
Of course I detected his oh so subtle hint so I offered him a backrub,
"Would you like a massage that maybe leads to a bit of fooling around before bed.?"
Within 2 minutes, he was in the bedroom, face down on the bed in his Calvin Klein's. I slowly began massaging his shoulders and kneading the muscles in his back with the balls of my hands and my elbows. As I worked my way down his back I removed his boxers in one smooth motion and began to work the muscles around his tailbone. Moving down his legs, kneading the muscles of his thighs and calves, I proceeded to his feet and carefully worked out the knots in his ankles and the balls of his feet.
Having finished the back, I slowly lifted my body from the sitting position I had over Shawn's upper thighs and moved to his side. I instructed him to turn over. He didn't move. I started to try to move him myself and realized that he was playing dead (I could tell by the irrepressible smile on his supposedly unconscious face). Gently lifting his body by placing my arms under his shoulders, I moved him to the center of the bed and resumed my position on top of him, still in my black boxer briefs. As I began massaging Shawn's chest, he moved his hands to my thighs and slowly began advancing up my legs. Massaging more and more deeply my breathing increased in intensity, as Shawn started to reach his hands inside my shorts and caress me with both hands, one circling around my loin muscles while the other worked my now hard sex. Just as I thought I was about to collapse on top of him, he stopped and presented his hands to me as if to say, "you're not done with my massage, work on these for awhile." As I worked the kinks out of one hand, the other found it's way to my erection and began slowly working it. This continued when I finished the first hand and began on the second. I was getting weaker by the moment and as my body bent towards Shawn's, he reached his head up and started teasing my lips with his tongue. Every time I would try to move my mouth towards his, he would pull back and playfully bite at my lips. Many frustrating moments later, our mouths and tongues connected with an intensity that, though accustomed to, still surprised me every time. At this point, Shawn wrapped his arms around me and flipping me over on my back, took control.
