Just ran my fingers through my hair. A deep conditioner is definitly on my agenda for today, and I could use a good trim - it's finally back down to mid-back, but a little scraggly on the ends.
Eh, any excuse for an appointment with my hairdresser - he has very strong hands and does a great scalp massage.
My large strong hands slowly begin to kneed the firm muscle of my thighs, I rub them together and they become warm, then hot, I take the muscle and pull it away from the bone, squeezing the blood up towards my heart.
I alternate with light sensual tickles making the hair on my legs (which is very fine for a man) tickle and erect as I oh so slowly tease my way towards the elastic edges of my calvin kleins.
You mean I was supposed to stop touching myself since last time you asked? My arms are certainly getting tired but then how do you think I stay in such good shape.