finding the allure too great not to post!

playm0mum said:

I was feeling very sensual and in the mood for a variety of arousals after my bath. Touch, taste, sight, smell, they were on alert and I wanted to indulge them all.

It is feasible alone and often very pleasurable and gratifying. But there is something so fitting with another body there to enjoy and explore those senses with you. Time sort of stands still and enjoyment takes over. I am craving that bliss, I want to be transported and lost in the flood of arousal.

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playm0mum said:

So I have had a lot of changes recently, I haven't been stopping by as much as I'd like. Summer life has been good and am on a bit of a role.
37 is a great age! Although my back and arms are very sore and in need of a good rubdown. I have been painting for two days and even my forearms hurt.
I still have a few more walls to do and today my mind was wandering. I wanted to be the canvas. I was wishing for someones brushstrokes all over my skin, perhaps starting at my toes, soft little strokes, an array of colours and a variety of textured brushes. Could be so much fun!

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playm0mum said:

I was feeling very sensual and in the mood for a variety of arousals after my bath. Touch, taste, sight, smell, they were on alert and I wanted to indulge them all.

It is feasible alone and often very pleasurable and gratifying. But there is something so fitting with another body there to enjoy and explore those senses with you. Time sort of stands still and enjoyment takes over. I am craving that bliss, I want to be transported and lost in the flood of arousal.

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playm0mum said:

I was feeling very sensual and in the mood for a variety of arousals after my bath. Touch, taste, sight, smell, they were on alert and I wanted to indulge them all.

It is feasible alone and often very pleasurable and gratifying. But there is something so fitting with another body there to enjoy and explore those senses with you. Time sort of stands still and enjoyment takes over. I am craving that bliss, I want to be transported and lost in the flood of arousal.

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playm0mum said:

I have this friend and he is more than a friend as he knows things about me that no one else does. He understands my sensual side and can anticipate where my mind wanders without me even telling him. We have a very unusual relationship, one most people would frown upon. We aren't a couple, we don't even see each other that often and yet we talk openly about sex and desires, fantasies and experiences. I have confided in him many of my sides. He knows I love to read erotica and that I enjoy writing. He also enjoys sensual writings and often forwards me things he comes across that he thinks I will enjoy.

He is in to all sorts of things and one is massaging. He came over the other evening and offered me a massage as I am quite stressed out at the moment. I trust him completely and was only too happy to be under his touch. He lay a towel on the bed while I changed in the bathroom, I held a sarong between my breasts to cover up. I lay down on my stomach with my head at the foot of the bed, he lowered my sarong so just my bum was covered and I relaxed into the mattress already feeling calmer.

He was standing at the foot of the bed, I could hear him open the massage oil and warm it between his hands. With even pressure he lay his hands on the small of my back and with long slow movements rubbed from my hips, up my back and shoulders to my neck. He did this over and over and I gave in to his touch. His hands are strong and manly, but still so soft and sensual and yet at the same time powerful. There was no where else I wanted to be.

His hands travelled all over my skin, massaging my muscles, creating a warmth on the surface but also within my body. I know I fell asleep a few times as I let his touch ease my stress, chasing away the tension. My back, my shoulders, my neck, my arms, my hands, he did my whole upper body then moved to my legs. He sat at the head of my bed and took one foot at a time slightly to the side. I am sure perhaps he could see under the sarong that was only just covering my bum. The magic in his touch was causing me to imagine his hands elsewhere, I couldn't help it. I could feel tingles as my thoughts were wandering down a sexy path. I new my nipples were now hard and I was thankful they were pressed into the mattress under me. I tried to suppress those arousing thoughts and relax back into his strong warm touches. The problem was that as his hands were kneading my calf the sensation of his grip on my body was travelling in a straight line, directly north, right up to my pussy. I had no panties on, I was naked and only slightly covered with a thin sarong.

(Pictures are from a month or two ago but this is what I was wearing)

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playm0mum said:

I have this friend and he is more than a friend as he knows things about me that no one else does. He understands my sensual side and can anticipate where my mind wanders without me even telling him.

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playm0mum said:

I have this friend and he is more than a friend as he knows things about me that no one else does. He understands my sensual side and can anticipate where my mind wanders without me even telling him. We have a very unusual relationship, one most people would frown upon. We aren't a couple, we don't even see each other that often and yet we talk openly about sex and desires, fantasies and experiences. I have confided in him many of my sides. He knows I love to read erotica and that I enjoy writing. He also enjoys sensual writings and often forwards me things he comes across that he thinks I will enjoy.

He is in to all sorts of things and one is massaging. He came over the other evening and offered me a massage as I am quite stressed out at the moment. I trust him completely and was only too happy to be under his touch. He lay a towel on the bed while I changed in the bathroom, I held a sarong between my breasts to cover up. I lay down on my stomach with my head at the foot of the bed, he lowered my sarong so just my bum was covered and I relaxed into the mattress already feeling calmer.

He was standing at the foot of the bed, I could hear him open the massage oil and warm it between his hands. With even pressure he lay his hands on the small of my back and with long slow movements rubbed from my hips, up my back and shoulders to my neck. He did this over and over and I gave in to his touch. His hands are strong and manly, but still so soft and sensual and yet at the same time powerful. There was no where else I wanted to be.

His hands travelled all over my skin, massaging my muscles, creating a warmth on the surface but also within my body. I know I fell asleep a few times as I let his touch ease my stress, chasing away the tension. My back, my shoulders, my neck, my arms, my hands, he did my whole upper body then moved to my legs. He sat at the head of my bed and took one foot at a time slightly to the side. I am sure perhaps he could see under the sarong that was only just covering my bum. The magic in his touch was causing me to imagine his hands elsewhere, I couldn't help it. I could feel tingles as my thoughts were wandering down a sexy path. I new my nipples were now hard and I was thankful they were pressed into the mattress under me. I tried to suppress those arousing thoughts and relax back into his strong warm touches. The problem was that as his hands were kneading my calf the sensation of his grip on my body was travelling in a straight line, directly north, right up to my pussy. I had no panties on, I was naked and only slightly covered with a thin sarong.

(Pictures are from a month or two ago but this is what I was wearing)

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playm0mum said:

I have this friend and he is more than a friend as he knows things about me that no one else does. He understands my sensual side and can anticipate where my mind wanders without me even telling him. We have a very unusual relationship, one most people would frown upon. We aren't a couple, we don't even see each other that often and yet we talk openly about sex and desires, fantasies and experiences. I have confided in him many of my sides. He knows I love to read erotica and that I enjoy writing. He also enjoys sensual writings and often forwards me things he comes across that he thinks I will enjoy.

He is in to all sorts of things and one is massaging. He came over the other evening and offered me a massage as I am quite stressed out at the moment. I trust him completely and was only too happy to be under his touch. He lay a towel on the bed while I changed in the bathroom, I held a sarong between my breasts to cover up. I lay down on my stomach with my head at the foot of the bed, he lowered my sarong so just my bum was covered and I relaxed into the mattress already feeling calmer.

He was standing at the foot of the bed, I could hear him open the massage oil and warm it between his hands. With even pressure he lay his hands on the small of my back and with long slow movements rubbed from my hips, up my back and shoulders to my neck. He did this over and over and I gave in to his touch. His hands are strong and manly, but still so soft and sensual and yet at the same time powerful. There was no where else I wanted to be.

His hands travelled all over my skin, massaging my muscles, creating a warmth on the surface but also within my body. I know I fell asleep a few times as I let his touch ease my stress, chasing away the tension. My back, my shoulders, my neck, my arms, my hands, he did my whole upper body then moved to my legs. He sat at the head of my bed and took one foot at a time slightly to the side. I am sure perhaps he could see under the sarong that was only just covering my bum. The magic in his touch was causing me to imagine his hands elsewhere, I couldn't help it. I could feel tingles as my thoughts were wandering down a sexy path. I new my nipples were now hard and I was thankful they were pressed into the mattress under me. I tried to suppress those arousing thoughts and relax back into his strong warm touches. The problem was that as his hands were kneading my calf the sensation of his grip on my body was travelling in a straight line, directly north, right up to my pussy. I had no panties on, I was naked and only slightly covered with a thin sarong.

(Pictures are from a month or two ago but this is what I was wearing)

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playm0mum said:

I have this friend and he is more than a friend as he knows things about me that no one else does. He understands my sensual side and can anticipate where my mind wanders without me even telling him. We have a very unusual relationship, one most people would frown upon. We aren't a couple, we don't even see each other that often and yet we talk openly about sex and desires, fantasies and experiences. I have confided in him many of my sides. He knows I love to read erotica and that I enjoy writing. He also enjoys sensual writings and often forwards me things he comes across that he thinks I will enjoy.

He is in to all sorts of things and one is massaging. He came over the other evening and offered me a massage as I am quite stressed out at the moment. I trust him completely and was only too happy to be under his touch. He lay a towel on the bed while I changed in the bathroom, I held a sarong between my breasts to cover up. I lay down on my stomach with my head at the foot of the bed, he lowered my sarong so just my bum was covered and I relaxed into the mattress already feeling calmer.

He was standing at the foot of the bed, I could hear him open the massage oil and warm it between his hands. With even pressure he lay his hands on the small of my back and with long slow movements rubbed from my hips, up my back and shoulders to my neck. He did this over and over and I gave in to his touch. His hands are strong and manly, but still so soft and sensual and yet at the same time powerful. There was no where else I wanted to be.

His hands travelled all over my skin, massaging my muscles, creating a warmth on the surface but also within my body. I know I fell asleep a few times as I let his touch ease my stress, chasing away the tension. My back, my shoulders, my neck, my arms, my hands, he did my whole upper body then moved to my legs. He sat at the head of my bed and took one foot at a time slightly to the side. I am sure perhaps he could see under the sarong that was only just covering my bum. The magic in his touch was causing me to imagine his hands elsewhere, I couldn't help it. I could feel tingles as my thoughts were wandering down a sexy path. I new my nipples were now hard and I was thankful they were pressed into the mattress under me. I tried to suppress those arousing thoughts and relax back into his strong warm touches. The problem was that as his hands were kneading my calf the sensation of his grip on my body was travelling in a straight line, directly north, right up to my pussy. I had no panties on, I was naked and only slightly covered with a thin sarong.

(Pictures are from a month or two ago but this is what I was wearing)

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playm0mum said:

I have this friend and he is more than a friend as he knows things about me that no one else does. He understands my sensual side and can anticipate where my mind wanders without me even telling him. We have a very unusual relationship, one most people would frown upon. We aren't a couple, we don't even see each other that often and yet we talk openly about sex and desires, fantasies and experiences. I have confided in him many of my sides. He knows I love to read erotica and that I enjoy writing. He also enjoys sensual writings and often forwards me things he comes across that he thinks I will enjoy.

He is in to all sorts of things and one is massaging. He came over the other evening and offered me a massage as I am quite stressed out at the moment. I trust him completely and was only too happy to be under his touch. He lay a towel on the bed while I changed in the bathroom, I held a sarong between my breasts to cover up. I lay down on my stomach with my head at the foot of the bed, he lowered my sarong so just my bum was covered and I relaxed into the mattress already feeling calmer.

He was standing at the foot of the bed, I could hear him open the massage oil and warm it between his hands. With even pressure he lay his hands on the small of my back and with long slow movements rubbed from my hips, up my back and shoulders to my neck. He did this over and over and I gave in to his touch. His hands are strong and manly, but still so soft and sensual and yet at the same time powerful. There was no where else I wanted to be.

His hands travelled all over my skin, massaging my muscles, creating a warmth on the surface but also within my body. I know I fell asleep a few times as I let his touch ease my stress, chasing away the tension. My back, my shoulders, my neck, my arms, my hands, he did my whole upper body then moved to my legs. He sat at the head of my bed and took one foot at a time slightly to the side. I am sure perhaps he could see under the sarong that was only just covering my bum. The magic in his touch was causing me to imagine his hands elsewhere, I couldn't help it. I could feel tingles as my thoughts were wandering down a sexy path. I new my nipples were now hard and I was thankful they were pressed into the mattress under me. I tried to suppress those arousing thoughts and relax back into his strong warm touches. The problem was that as his hands were kneading my calf the sensation of his grip on my body was travelling in a straight line, directly north, right up to my pussy. I had no panties on, I was naked and only slightly covered with a thin sarong.

(Pictures are from a month or two ago but this is what I was wearing)

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playm0mum said:

I have this friend and he is more than a friend as he knows things about me that no one else does. He understands my sensual side and can anticipate where my mind wanders without me even telling him. We have a very unusual relationship, one most people would frown upon. We aren't a couple, we don't even see each other that often and yet we talk openly about sex and desires, fantasies and experiences. I have confided in him many of my sides. He knows I love to read erotica and that I enjoy writing. He also enjoys sensual writings and often forwards me things he comes across that he thinks I will enjoy.

He is in to all sorts of things and one is massaging. He came over the other evening and offered me a massage as I am quite stressed out at the moment. I trust him completely and was only too happy to be under his touch. He lay a towel on the bed while I changed in the bathroom, I held a sarong between my breasts to cover up. I lay down on my stomach with my head at the foot of the bed, he lowered my sarong so just my bum was covered and I relaxed into the mattress already feeling calmer.

He was standing at the foot of the bed, I could hear him open the massage oil and warm it between his hands. With even pressure he lay his hands on the small of my back and with long slow movements rubbed from my hips, up my back and shoulders to my neck. He did this over and over and I gave in to his touch. His hands are strong and manly, but still so soft and sensual and yet at the same time powerful. There was no where else I wanted to be.

His hands travelled all over my skin, massaging my muscles, creating a warmth on the surface but also within my body. I know I fell asleep a few times as I let his touch ease my stress, chasing away the tension. My back, my shoulders, my neck, my arms, my hands, he did my whole upper body then moved to my legs. He sat at the head of my bed and took one foot at a time slightly to the side. I am sure perhaps he could see under the sarong that was only just covering my bum. The magic in his touch was causing me to imagine his hands elsewhere, I couldn't help it. I could feel tingles as my thoughts were wandering down a sexy path. I new my nipples were now hard and I was thankful they were pressed into the mattress under me. I tried to suppress those arousing thoughts and relax back into his strong warm touches. The problem was that as his hands were kneading my calf the sensation of his grip on my body was travelling in a straight line, directly north, right up to my pussy. I had no panties on, I was naked and only slightly covered with a thin sarong.

(Pictures are from a month or two ago but this is what I was wearing)

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playm0mum said:

I have this friend and he is more than a friend as he knows things about me that no one else does. He understands my sensual side and can anticipate where my mind wanders without me even telling him. We have a very unusual relationship, one most people would frown upon. We aren't a couple, we don't even see each other that often and yet we talk openly about sex and desires, fantasies and experiences. I have confided in him many of my sides. He knows I love to read erotica and that I enjoy writing. He also enjoys sensual writings and often forwards me things he comes across that he thinks I will enjoy.

He is in to all sorts of things and one is massaging. He came over the other evening and offered me a massage as I am quite stressed out at the moment. I trust him completely and was only too happy to be under his touch. He lay a towel on the bed while I changed in the bathroom, I held a sarong between my breasts to cover up. I lay down on my stomach with my head at the foot of the bed, he lowered my sarong so just my bum was covered and I relaxed into the mattress already feeling calmer.

He was standing at the foot of the bed, I could hear him open the massage oil and warm it between his hands. With even pressure he lay his hands on the small of my back and with long slow movements rubbed from my hips, up my back and shoulders to my neck. He did this over and over and I gave in to his touch. His hands are strong and manly, but still so soft and sensual and yet at the same time powerful. There was no where else I wanted to be.

His hands travelled all over my skin, massaging my muscles, creating a warmth on the surface but also within my body. I know I fell asleep a few times as I let his touch ease my stress, chasing away the tension. My back, my shoulders, my neck, my arms, my hands, he did my whole upper body then moved to my legs. He sat at the head of my bed and took one foot at a time slightly to the side. I am sure perhaps he could see under the sarong that was only just covering my bum. The magic in his touch was causing me to imagine his hands elsewhere, I couldn't help it. I could feel tingles as my thoughts were wandering down a sexy path. I new my nipples were now hard and I was thankful they were pressed into the mattress under me. I tried to suppress those arousing thoughts and relax back into his strong warm touches. The problem was that as his hands were kneading my calf the sensation of his grip on my body was travelling in a straight line, directly north, right up to my pussy. I had no panties on, I was naked and only slightly covered with a thin sarong.

(Pictures are from a month or two ago but this is what I was wearing)

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playm0mum said:

I have this friend and he is more than a friend as he knows things about me that no one else does. He understands my sensual side and can anticipate where my mind wanders without me even telling him. We have a very unusual relationship, one most people would frown upon. We aren't a couple, we don't even see each other that often and yet we talk openly about sex and desires, fantasies and experiences. I have confided in him many of my sides. He knows I love to read erotica and that I enjoy writing. He also enjoys sensual writings and often forwards me things he comes across that he thinks I will enjoy.

He is in to all sorts of things and one is massaging. He came over the other evening and offered me a massage as I am quite stressed out at the moment. I trust him completely and was only too happy to be under his touch. He lay a towel on the bed while I changed in the bathroom, I held a sarong between my breasts to cover up. I lay down on my stomach with my head at the foot of the bed, he lowered my sarong so just my bum was covered and I relaxed into the mattress already feeling calmer.

He was standing at the foot of the bed, I could hear him open the massage oil and warm it between his hands. With even pressure he lay his hands on the small of my back and with long slow movements rubbed from my hips, up my back and shoulders to my neck. He did this over and over and I gave in to his touch. His hands are strong and manly, but still so soft and sensual and yet at the same time powerful. There was no where else I wanted to be.

His hands travelled all over my skin, massaging my muscles, creating a warmth on the surface but also within my body. I know I fell asleep a few times as I let his touch ease my stress, chasing away the tension. My back, my shoulders, my neck, my arms, my hands, he did my whole upper body then moved to my legs. He sat at the head of my bed and took one foot at a time slightly to the side. I am sure perhaps he could see under the sarong that was only just covering my bum. The magic in his touch was causing me to imagine his hands elsewhere, I couldn't help it. I could feel tingles as my thoughts were wandering down a sexy path. I new my nipples were now hard and I was thankful they were pressed into the mattress under me. I tried to suppress those arousing thoughts and relax back into his strong warm touches. The problem was that as his hands were kneading my calf the sensation of his grip on my body was travelling in a straight line, directly north, right up to my pussy. I had no panties on, I was naked and only slightly covered with a thin sarong.

(Pictures are from a month or two ago but this is what I was wearing)

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