Jessica's body is a sensual masterpiece: taut and firm where I want it to be, supple and elastic where I want it to be. Her thighs are muscular and sm...oth. Her stomach is rock-hard. Her waist feels even smaller than it looks. When I finally allow my hands to wander up to her breasts, I find them springier, lighter and more resilient than I ever could have hoped. I cup my hands around her ribcage and lift her skyward. Our mouths disconnect and she lets out a cute yelp as I raise her up until her. As you enter the room you see why I didn't want you to go in there earlier. Its nicely decorated with scented candles burnin and some soft music playing. When you walk in I say "Well Boss Lady its your night and since ur da boss ur wish is my command. Wat would u like?" U bite ur bottom lip and with a devilish grin u tell me that 1st u want ur feet rubbed and a full body Massage. So I break out some "strawberry & cream" flavored Massage oil have you lay on ur tummy and pour it all over from ur. "Oh I remember," he said laughing, "she musht have gone to your flat to cook dinner." Must have," I said pulling deeply on the cigarette.We smoked a cigarette together. He offered me a swig from the bottle."No thank you," I said, "some other time when I am feeling better."We talked for another fifteen minutes or so."I am feeling tired," I said, "I think I'll go and lie down." Yesh shir, take resht," he said.Dolma was in the kitchen cooking. I approached her from behind and cupping her tits,. So I understood tingles. I was having them all thetime now.But, I reasoned, when my tingles go absolutely ape-shit ballistic, so farit has only been when I'm around a masculine man, who lusts for my kind offemininity (whether he knows it or not), or when I'm dressed in the finestfeminine lingerie and luxuriously fucking myself with my dildo. Sex. Mytingles were a prominent force now in my life, but became my driving forcewhen sex was in the air.I had discovered that I was one of the lucky.