uhhhnnn - no, I just didn't sleep well last night and my whole backside was a mess when the alarm went off.twitching occasionally when you find a knot
I can't place that scent, what is it?
"I'm gonna undo this strap in the back. It'll make it easier."Smiles and unties the strap on the back of your top, exposing a little more of your skin to the world. She produced some wonderful smelling oil and poured some on her hand. Setting the bottle aside and then rubbing her hands together before rubbing the oil onto your back. She wasn't actually performing the massage yet. Just prepping for it. Then, once your back was covered to her satisfaction, she began to press her fingers into the flesh there. Hands moving, fingers searching. Searching for all of those tense spots.
"Any particular area I should focus on?"
Out
fckswithword has started a new game with the following players:
fckswithword
looks in again
rolling over
and finding a bit of a hummock under my belly so I'm not dealing with weird posture
fckswithword has started a new game with the following players:
fckswithword
looks on again
"Of course! Lay here on the grass."Moving now to kneel on both knees facing you. Motioning to the grass in front of her and smiling.
decadence has started a new game with the following players:
decadence
- in-
I have a list in general
but I wouldn't want to imposeOh hell, what am I saying, I'm always breaching manners!
Suppose I could talk you into giving me a backrub?
This room is for submissive women who yearn to explore their desires, needs & limits.
Room 396?
Oh well, out.
"I am not busy. I'm here with you."Smiles.
"Is there anything I can do for you today?"
Curious cant of head.
Apartment
You half-ask if you were more charming and less pathetic than you remember and she purses her lips in playful consideration.You did manage to get me to come home with you, for what it's worth. And, I even offered.
So, you must've held some sort of sway, right? When she'd explained why she wanted to spend time with you last night, she'd meant it. You hold tight to her being an angel and she simply smirks at you a little.
Oh, so many things to test out on this second chance.
The fact that you're even able to banter confirms her decision to feed you baked goods and ibuprofen and flood your system with water. You're not quite perky, but you're nearly human again.
As you turn slightly, she moves with you, making it so you can move wherever and however you want. You won't disturb her, she'll just resettle in against you.
Oh, but what if my qualities are best observed when you're far from sober?
You slip toward bleak again and so she just nods a little when you tell her you haven't been yourself lately. Fingers slowing slightly in that stroke through your hair, all soothing and warm.
Mmm... let's see... I'm an au pair to a diplomatic family, which means I get to travel quite a bit without spending really any of my own money but spend most of my time working and the rest of it sort-of-on-call but also free to do whatever I want.
So, not completely free, but close.
Generally, that's exploring new places and trying new things. But, beyond that, I don't have a single clue what I want to do with my life, much to my parents' chagrin.
Nor does she seem in much of a rush to figure it out, if her tone is any indication.
I was born in Israel and lived there until I was ten, so nearly half my life. I'm fluent in English, Arabic, and Hebrew, which was my main selling point when the family I work for hired me.
I... feel like I'm giving you my resume.
The last comes with a laugh and a shake of her head.
What do you want to know?
Tired, not Tied!
Busy. Tied. Comfortable.
Lots of things.How are you?