Ritual

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Steam. Soap.

Skin. Blade.

Palm stroking wet – up over his shaft, twisting downward, sliding under his balls – the soap lathers into a slick-slide cream between his skin and mine. My hands work in tandem, one sliding up while the other twists down.

It has become a ritual, this. Adding pleasure to an otherwise perfunctory undertaking.

His cock is half-hard, his thigh muscles tensed. The lathered demulcent only half frothed, I continue the massaging glide and watch as he attempts half-heartedly to abrogate the sensations he’s simultaneously reveling in.

I know full well my fingers are imparting pleasure; he knows full well the reason behind it.

 

 

 

Yes. It has become a ritual, this.

Steam. Soap.

Pulled-taut skin. Glinting blade.

Lather.
Shave.
Rinse.
Repeat.

 

8 thoughts on “Ritual

  1. fondles

    Um, hi, i saw your link on Jz’s blog. And I’m loving reading the pieces i’ve clicked on. I look forward to reading more when i come round more regularly and would love to add you to my blogroll if you don’t mind.

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    1. Mrs Fever Post author

      Welcome! I’m glad you’re enjoying what you’ve found here; thank you for reading. 🙂

      And yes, absolutely — feel free to add as you please. 🙂

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