Tuesday, January 11, 2005

She relaxes in her velvet-lined chair, sipping lazily from a glass of wine. She closes her eyes and smiles as the softness of the fabric caresses her skin. Warm hands knead the muscles in her feet and legs, turning her into liquid. Looking down, she sees him, clad only in the loincloth he is permitted and his collar. He glances up at her, meeting her eyes for just an instant before turning back to the work he is performing on her tired muscles. He hears her moan in approval as his thumbs start to work at a particular spot on the back of her left calf. He knows how hard she works all day to support them and he appreciates her so much for it. Hearing her voice making sounds for him stirs a longing in his groin that he must try hard to ignore for now. Perhaps if he is good, she may permit him to do something about it later on.

She feels a hand tentatively brush her cheek and she looks up to see her other beloved boy standing there holding a plate laden with the sweet melon he had just finished cutting up for her. Slowly, he fed her one small piece at a time, letting her tongue lick the juice from his fingers. She could tell how much he enjoyed the fluid movements of her tongue by his rapidly increasing breathing.

With her boys getting such obvious pleasure from helping her relax at the end of the day, she thought she should at least grant them a small release for their efforts. It was not her usual habit to have her boys wait on her hand and foot like this. Mostly, she was just content to come home to a clean house and dinner on the table. Today, however, had been a stressful day of dealing with stubborn people and so she had called home to tell her boys exactly what she wanted to have when she got home. They had cooked her a beautiful dinner, followed by an extended soak in the tub with scented oils while listening to her favourite jazz album. Then, they had guided her to the chair in front of the fireplace while they continued to pamper her.

She revelled in how lucky she was to have two adoring boys all to herself. Of course, she wasn't against lending them out every once in a while if there was a proper agreement. After all, the boys did have to be properly socialized.

Finally, she called off the massaging, afraid she might end up falling asleep in the chair. The boys knelt side-by-side at her feet, looking up lovingly. She could tell how aroused they both were and she smiled inwardly at their obvious lust for her naked body louging in the armchair directly in front of her. She got up and went to the kitchen to place her empty wine glass in the sink. She started to head upstairs, snapping her fingers for her pets to follow her into the bedroom.

She was feeling much too relaxed to play with them tonight. Kissing each of them deeply, she gently pushed their heads together until they began kissing each other, their arms groping impatiently. She sat back and watched her beautiful boys please each other, listening to the moans of pleasure and the erotic squishing sounds of their sex. She couldn't help getting turned on herself as she watched their performance.

Flicking off the light, she climbed into bed beside them and, immediately her boys covered her with their tongues and lips and hands. She smiled and was glad to be home.

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