“Think you can lotion my shoulder blades for me? They’ve been feeling dry, and it’s hard to reach them.” “Oh, uh, sure,” I say as I walk up to his towering body. I take the lotion from him, squirt it in my hand, and then place my hand on his warm back. His muscles jolt under my touch, and I have to take a few calming breaths to avoid getting excited over the fact I’m touching him. No, not just touching him, but rubbing him. Would he be mad if I rubbed him all over? Down his chest, to his stomach . . . under his briefs? Maybe he wants me to lotion his legs too. Possibly a full-body experience?
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