Shit week. Dog-tired. A massage is my only hope.
Too exhausted to care, I lie naked on the table, dozing off almost immediately.
Vaguely aware of strong hands working my muscles, I start to float and imagine other circumstances.
In my mind, I squirm with pleasure and sigh with delight at the sensations.
My dream takes on a new reality as my legs part and my bottom rises in invitation.
“Just fuck me, please,” I silently plead.
I wake. No-one is there. As I stroll to the changing room, I feel the familiar sensation of semen running down my leg.
