New Client

At one point, I thought to write another book of erotica, but haven't gotten around to it. And, haven't been in a sexy mood to write more. But, someone bought my first book (Finger My Pages available on Amazon) and gave me positive feedback and asked if I shared any of my writings on Literotica or online and I replied I sometimes share them on here. Which reminded me I haven't done that in a while. So, here is one I've shared before, but it might be new to you. I'm going to share more in February. Get you feeling spicy! :) And, maybe get me inspired to write more.

New Client
He said he wasn't feeling himself.... anxiety, depression, stress.... the usual thing she heard. He asked if Reiki might help. She answered in the affirmative, because she believed it helped with everything, even those not listed. He said he'd like to give it a try. She had to wait a bit to get him in as he could only come on weekends. She'd known him for years, knew many things about him, from him but also from others he'd dated, others she'd dated, mutual friends. He also knew about her. They'd been circling each other's groups for years.

She'd secretly been looking forward to the appointment just to be able to touch him platonically... to get her rocks off on being in his presence and energy field and looking at him while he lay there. It was always a thrill to work on someone she was attracted to.... keeping her energy in balance so that the energy could come through to balance them, too. It added a little extra challenge to the session. She did like a challenge.

He seemed a little agitated, nervous.... maybe his anxiety? But, the way he revealed himself in his answers, looking at her, and making himself comfortable showed he wasn't agitated.... he was attracted to her. She made a joke about a client once taking off all of his clothes except his boxers. He laughed. He took off his jacket. She guided him to remove his shoes. He removed not only his shoes, but his t-shirt and then his pants! He was now only wearing boxers with thin work out shorts on top. Her mouth went dry and she started flushing. He jumped straight up onto the massage table then asked if he was supposed to remove his socks. His socks?! After everything he'd already removed he was worried about his socks?! She answered it was entirely up to him. He took them off and threw them to the side. She gave him a scrap of black fabric to lay across his eyes to block out the light and make meditating easier and started some new age music. He now lay naked aside from shorts so revealing she could see the shape of his entire cock laying up against his stomach and the black fabric her BDSM trained brain now saw as a blindfold. Her hands started to sweat.

She felt so lucky to get to touch his soft naked skin for the next 30 minutes; she was so giddy. He was slim, tattooed, muscular, and like a juicy steak. She wanted to sink her teeth into him and suck and kiss him. She settled for placing her hands on his chest and adding a caress of the hands on to her usual hands-on method. She was so turned on already that she wanted to race from the room to hide it. She wasn't sure she could make it through this torture without embarrassing herself. She spent the next half hour caressing his entire body, pleasing him, soothing him, making him feel good, all the while watching him. He seemed perfectly content and relaxed and trusting as he lay there totally exposed. When she got to his left hand, she held it, which she does on occasion, but this time it was like she was holding his hand thinking of him as a lover. He must have felt the energy, because his thumb twitched and she thought he was going to grab her hand to caress it. Knowing that a hard cock is not the only indication of arousal, she still hoped to have the pleasure of watching his cock jump or move, although that might have been overwhelming since she could see most of its length anyway.

Closing the session and stopping the music, she guided him to bring his awareness back to the room. He removed the fabric from his eyes, looked at her lazily, stretched his body and muscles like an animal. She said, "How did that feel?" He said, "It was really nice, and slightly arousing," laughing while he said it. She said that she was sorry... that was probably coming from her because she was attracted to him and it was more difficult because of that; her hands were all sweaty and she had to keep wiping them off on her jeans. He said, "Oh" and looked at her understanding now that she wanted him and that gave him confidence. The look on his face was smoldering and primal. He moved close to her chair leaning over her, still wearing only shorts. "I didn't know you were still attracted to me." "Well, attraction doesn't usually go away." She felt like his prey and had to distract him before she did something unprofessional, so she moved on to oracle card readings. He put his chosen cards on the floor. She leaned over to examine them to discuss. He coyly said, "Oh, I remembered why I did that now. I saw something." Then smirked and looked away. She replied, "What did you see?" He said, "I saw down your shirt." She said, "Yeah I don't wear a bra." He asked how long until her next client with a calculating look in his eye.

With a wet pussy and desperation on her brain, she got up and locked the door. He pushed her against it and turned her around to face him. She looked at his face and the next thing she knew they were kissing. It was hot and she lost all thought of what was right and wrong. She moved to the side of the massage table, turned away from him, unbuttoned her pants, and he was behind her in an instant grabbing her jeans and yanking them down below her ass. She bent over the table slightly while looking back at him. He was gripping her hip bones leaning forward to kiss her mouth from behind. His erection felt like steel on her ass as he was grinding it on her through his thin shorts. She had her hands gripping the table so she didn't fall over. Desire was making her weak. He put his hand on her back between her shoulder blades and pushed her down so her chest was on the table while pulling her butt against him tighter, so he could get space to get his hand around the front of her and between her legs, starting to work his fingers around in her labia folds. She pulled her knees together and tightened her thighs to heighten the sensation. He was fondling her tits under her shirt with one hand and working his fingers in and on and through her with the other. Her juices were sliming the inside of her thighs. She wiggled away from him and turned over laying up onto the table with her legs spread, trapped at the ankles by her jeans. He got on top of her positioning himself between her thighs, not bothering to help her ankles, leaving her trapped in her pants. They kissed and writhed and moaned. He begged, "Let me fuck you. I have a condom. I want to make you feel so good."

She had a shred of self control left and stopped him, saying, "no, leave your shorts on". He agreed, but kept rocking, grinding, and kissing her. It was feeling just as intense as full intercourse and she could feel him along the length of her pussy as if the shorts weren't even there. The kissing and intimacy and movement were making her leak a puddle under them on the table. He said, "You're going to make me cum in my shorts." She wasn't sure if she was supposed to feel bad or sorry for him, but she didn't. She wanted him to. It was her favorite thing. Just the thought was making her wilder and buck harder onto his cock. She knew it was not a smart idea without a condom, but she even pushed the tip of him up into her using his shorts as a condom of sorts.

She started biting him. He was surprised and told her to stop. She didn't, of course. He covered her mouth with his hand using firm pressure and regained control of himself and her pussy with his other hand. If she wanted it rougher, he'd show her and he did... bruising his mouth into hers, keeping her legs open with his legs while working on her with his hands, non stop. Most people would have stopped by now, given up. He was totally content in what he was doing, teasing her, playing with her, manipulating her. She was mindless and totally in his control and power. They were still alternatively lazily or angrily kissing. She was so exhausted at fighting the orgasm that she could not hold it off anymore and it overtook her, starting with a tingling rushing up her legs and exploding in her clit. She arched her back and gasped for air while the contractions hit her, pushing cum out of her sloppy hole.

He gathered her up and laid on her chest while she slowly returned to Earth. She could feel his heart beating wildly yet slowing against hers. After a brief time, he slid off of her and stood up. She looked at the front of him and his shorts were dark and saturated.... in her cum.... and his.