I drew by body upward, and then strutted to the dark-elf behind the tree, my gait a shifting display of lust that teased with each bulging cheek. The ...ight of my body illuminated the forest like a pale lantern, and revealed Drask, failing to stuff his erection into his waistband. I grinned at the mortified dark-elf, grabbed his poorly-concealed weapon, and pulled him into a lecherous kiss. He stood in a shocked stupor for a moment, then traced his calloused rough palms down the smooth skin of. Nor what I want. Sexy scenario? Continue to read!I will tell my readers how I got this tasty invitation to her, legs spread.First that strange invitation for friendship, without a preceding message.Often not a good sign. Usually I refuse after a quick peek at the profile.Also the nick was not to my likes. At second look I noticed what I do like.Like for instance the looks of the lady involved and her need for my massage.By massage I mean my 'massage extraordinaire', like in my short sexy. Deeper than...oh, my...I could really feel that. Like a touch, present and immediate, as if...Shit! I’d clearly found time to remove my underwear before collapsing into a coma last night.Uh-oh. I was definitely more awake now. But fuck that felt good! I splayed my left knee a little more. And was that a soft sigh I just let out?Where was my shame? Had this city and this country and this climate taken it prisoner? Shouldn’t I do something? Roll over at the very least? Oh, but that cool. “No offense.”“No offense taken, Hun,” I said with a smile. “We’re complicated but worth it. Doesn’t stop him from coming back for more.”“Damn right,” Sam said, glancing at my body again. “This HST is next-gen. You can’t tell what’s virtual and what’s real. It actively engages your senses with a blend of virtual and real sensory stimuli. For example, if you’re cooking, your brain becomes so convinced that it activates your sense of smell and taste buds. You actually smell and taste it. If you.