"It's been a pleasure to touch you, Seary, the Stripper."
"Siri Wright," I chuckle."Quintus Liotine, it was nice to meet you."
He holds my hand, and his thumb strokes it."I better go."
His skin is warm and feels good against mine."Yep, neither of us want to explain this meeting to the bear inside the cave."
He drops his head and laughs.When he looks back up, he says."It's a damn shame I didn't fuck you first."He brings my hand up to his lips and kisses it tenderly, then he lifts my chin with it and steps up to stare into my eyes."It's a damn shame!"Then he takes a step back and says, "I can hear you calling me Daddy."He winks a killer wink.Then he bounds down the stairs and out into the yard.
My fingers play with my choker as I watch his fine ass strut away.Damn!He's a Daddy Dom.When he's halfway across the yard, he stops and turns a beautiful smile on me.I see the striking family resemblance now."Don't mention I was here."
"Don't worry.I won't!"
He takes a few more steps, then turns again."Maximus chose wisely."
I smile at him, and he turns away.He takes a few more steps, and I call to him."Hey, Quintus."He turns to look at me, laughing at our farewell, and a gust of wind blows his beautiful black curls."You're gonna kill it!"
He puts his hand to his forehead and gives me a salute, then walks around the corner to the garage.I hear a rumble, then the garage door rising, and I watch his badass speed away on a Harley.I chuckle, "A biker!I love it!"
I sink into one of the chairs on the porch and think about our complicated situation and the fact that it just got even more so with the news that Zita is handing over the reins to Aurei.What will his new job as CEO of the Liotine Oil Industry entail?We will just have to take our relationship step by step.I'm glad he hired Quintus, though.He is fully capable of dealing with the media sharks, and I know they will love him too, hungering and hanging on his every charming word.He is a fucking badass hottie!And even though I told Quintus I wasn't the story, I know I will always be the story lurking beneath the story.The press will always be watching for me to fuck up, but I'm a badass hottie, too, and I know how the game is played.I chuckle.I got this.
I take a deep breath, put my arms up in the air, and stretch.Then a big yawn takes over.I see My Fucking Golden God laying in the bed snuggling with his Titty Bare.Naptime.Gathering his pants from the porch railing, I go back inside.I slip quietly into the bedroom and gently close the door.Listening, I hear Aurei's soft snores are still coming from the bed.I tiptoe back to the dressing room, take a hanger off the rack for his jeans, then take them to the bathroom and hang them up to dry.I return to the dressing bench and fold all our clothes, then take his shirt off and stack it neatly on top.I stop at one of the mirrors to give my body my habitual visual exam, checking for any little thing a dancer would consider a flaw.I smile when I see my collar.I know that I will never be unfaithful to Aurei.He's my hero on so many levels.I leave the sitting room and walk to the bed confident and complete again in our Us.
When I look down on Aurei's angelic self, I realize that I've not examined him up close and extremely personal.I want to know every freckle, mole, and birthmark you have, Mr.Moore.I want to know your body as well as I know my own.Let's see what perfect perfection you are.
Picking up his massive arms, I slowly remove Titty Bare from his grasp.When she slides free, I drop her over the edge of the bed and crawl back on my all fours to start my treasure hunt.He is snoring with a rhythm that says he is out cold.
I low crawl down to his feet to start there.I sit Indian style and pick up one foot first, then the other, and examine them.His toes are proportional, evenly spaced, and curved down from big to small geometrically.His ankles are sharp and well-defined.Strong bone structure.His feet are ...I giggle at the simple word that comes to mind ...normal.HA!They are not normal.They are perfectly proportioned!Come to think of it.I lean over and look at his entire body with an artist/architect's eye.His body reflects the golden ratio!And his golden ratio pleases me aesthetically!I snicker, having to bite my bottom lip to keep quiet.He IS a Golden God!I look up at the door and smile.He is a Golden Bear!
I set his perfect foot down and scoot my ass to sit at his thighs.His legs are beautiful, bulging beasts, with golden hair that curls and glistens.I keep scooting up on the bed to his torso.Ah!His golden torso!His dick lays limp against his hip, and his scrotum is relaxed.I've seen it up close and already very personal, and there is nothing less than perfection here.I'm tempted to lick him lengthwise, but he is sleeping so soundly I truly hate to wake him.There will be plenty of time for licks later.What's that?I lean down and look closely at his skin.I notice a small scar on his hip flexor muscle on his right side.It's less than an inch long.One.I count.I get on my all fours again and continue my close examination.Making sure I don't miss anything this small, I lean over him and put my nose inches off his skin again.I almost face plant onto his flat stomach, and snickering hard, I lose it while I recover my balance.Hey, there's a couple more.Curious now, I begin to look for these small scars that look more like nicks from a knife than an accidental injury.None are large enough to be noticeable without a close-up inspection, and none look anything more than a single slice from a sharp blade.By the time I examine his right arm for them, I'm convinced they are battle scars.There are multiples on his right upper arm.I crawl around to his left side to search for them there.I find a larger one on the left side of his waist, but that's the only one on that side.
Sitting on the bed now staring down on his perfection, I wonder how he got them, and I wonder if he has any on his back.Knowing I will wake him if I try to flip him over just to look, I decide the best option is to give him a full body massage.Moving to sit between his raised arms, I position his head between my knees and place my fingertips on his temples, starting a soft, steady, rotating motion.His snoring stops, and a soft moan escapes, but he doesn't wake.His breathing doesn't change, so I move the motion down his jaw.The scruff of whiskers is rough on my fingers.I continue down his neck and make my way to his pecs.Having massages regularly as a dancer, I understand the knots that occur from overwork or just stress, and when I arrive, I dig my fingertips into the plentiful meat and circle as I flex.He groans, and his eyelids flutter, then he moves his arms down by his sides.I keep working the mass, and he drifts back to sleep.When his perfect pecs are knot-free, I roll them between my hands and increase the blood flow.He moans, and I know I'm doing him some real good.Encouraged now more by his needs than my curiosity, I move to his deltoids, then down his arms, repeating my massage technique.Hovering over his body, kneeling, I use my pole dancer's core strength and grip to accomplish my goal.When I reach his hands, I put my thumbs on the meat of his thumb and dig in.
"Ah," escapes from his mouth, and I look to see if he is awake.I giggle silently because the view he would see if he opened his eyes now is of my pussy hovering over his face, but he is still sleeping.I kneel back down and slide my hands up under his back and dig deep.He moans, loud and opens his eyes.I lean down and peck his lips."Rollover, please."
He flips over so I can continue unimpeded.I knead and rub down the length of his spine while my eyes scan his skin.I am struck again by how broad his back is compared to how narrow his hips are.I see two more tiny scars.I shift my position to his side and kneel over him.I mash my hands into his lower shoulder muscles while he occasionally moans when I hit a spot that feels particularly good.Grasping, gripping, and gorging, my hands manipulate his massive muscles.Then I straddle him, sitting on his ass and I push then pull with the heels of my palms, stretching his spine from his lower back just above his ass to his broad arching back.He exhales a groan and inhales a moan the entire stroke.
The massage, which started as a way to simply examine his skin with the added benefit of touching him, has turned into an almost religious experience for me.Not only because I am kneeling, then bowing, but also because my energy is transferring into him.The healing strokes are melding my spirit to his, connecting us as I concentrate on his muscles and the feel of them underneath the surface of his skin.I can literally sense the knots of stress before I find them.Confirming them with my fingertips, I rub the tight tension, working to release them and relax him.When I feel good about how he feels, and his moans subside to soft snores again, I back off his ass and slide down to his thighs.I sit lightly on them as I drag my hands to his buttocks and put the heels of my hands on each side of his ass.Leaning my total weight on them, I move my hands from inside to outside in a big circular motion over his entire fucking muscle, pinching and pulling it.
"Ah!Damn."He whispers, then he constricts them, and they become so tight I can't move them.
I have to wait for him to relax so I can continue.While my hands are inactive, I notice something so endearing it makes my eyes twinkle then tear up.There is a curly Q, a tiny cowlick, of golden hair on his lower left ass cheek right where the buttock ends and the leg begins.
OMFGG!That is the cutest thing ever!
I put my finger on it and roll it around.It's too precious for words.Placing my hands on either side of his ass cheek, I manipulate it by squishing it.
"Humph," he groans.
"You worked these hard last night, didn't you?"I ask him, then move to the other side.
"Humph," he groans again.
"I have to get you ready for a repeat performance tonight," I tell him as I work him over real good.
"Mmhmm."He answers and eventually relaxes enough I can work the knots out.
"That's better," I whisper when I'm confident they are gone.I part his legs and move to sit between his calves.I rub his legs with a combination of long strokes and countering massage manipulation.I finish with his feet, bracing them one at a time against my breast while I rub his arches, the balls of his feet and between his toes with my thumbs.Gently laying them down when I'm done, I feel good.I have made him feel good from head to toe.
