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Yes, I would very much like you to plant that within me.
“As the fire burns, it will lead us to where you need to go.
We will listen to the fire and it will tell us.
Will you listen?” I closed my eyes and nodded, captivated by your trance-like voice.
“Remember, Sara.


This is for me and for me alone.
It is your gift to me.
” My gift to you? Before I had worked out your meaning you whispered, “Turn over on your stomach.
” I responded automatically.

I had decided to trust you in this, big tit tranny fucks guy webcams even though my loins were still congested with disappointment.
You laid your palm at the base of my spine.
Your hand was rough.
A man’s hand.

And even though your skin was rough your touch was warm and tender.
I remembered what you had asked and focused on the sensation of your palm exerting just the least amount of pressure on the tip of my spine.

You paused for a moment to let me absorb the sensation, then your palm traveled gently along my backbone from bottom to top.
When you were at the top you added your other hand and stroked my entire back from the top downward, then along the outside of my hips and legs all the way to my feet.

Oh, I was beginning to like this.
You stroked along my feet and back up along the inside of my legs and over my bottom, then once more your hand traveled up my spine.

I tensed as your hands stroked the inside of my legs, but as you repeated your massage once and then twice without touching my femininity I relaxed a bit and began to trust you again.
I felt a soft warm cloth being drawn over my head and down my back, over my bottom and legs and finally off my feet.

As you drew it over me it seemed to soak the tension black tranny webcam videos from my body and I reveled in the touch of the downy material on my sensitive skin.
Next you produced a feather and gently stroked and caressed my entire back with it in long lingering sweeps.

Occasionally, just to vary the feeling you used the quill of the feather to prick me lightly here and there.
I found that when you did this it kept my mind from drifting away.
I stayed focused on my body.
You laid the feather aside.
What could be next?


Oil.
Warm fragrant oil.
You dribbled a little between my shoulder blades as if anointing my skin and then gently spread it with slow strokes over my whole body, your hands undulating like waves.
“That feels so good,” I groaned.
“It’s all in the wrist,” you breathed, and I smiled.

“Sh.
” You sat between my spread legs and massaged the halves of my back in circles, from my head to my bottom, beginning at my vertebrae and moving outwards.

Your marvelous hands unknotted the tension gathered in my neck then moved the length of my arms and hands as if you were pulling it down my limbs and out my fingertips.
You massaged each hand and each finger beginning with my thumbs and on to my pinkies.

Then repeated the same motions for my legs, from my hips to my feet with special attention to each toe.
I struggled to maintain focus.
I was beginning to relax and my mind wanted to drift.
But I was determined to keep in touch with all the sensations flowing through my body.

“Sara, now I’m going to massage your bottom, first your buttocks, then the muscles of your anus.
” “My anus?” “With your permission.
Tension accumulates there.
As I massage you will feel it released, drained away.
” I hesitated while you waited patiently.

This seemed a little too personal.
But in surrender I closed my eyes and released my body to your care.
Balmy oil drizzled on my bottom as you settled in.
Your palms circled my cheeks, from inside to outside, at first lightly then with pressure.

It felt wonderful, but I wasn’t so sure about what might come next.
I didn’t have long to wait.
Another drizzle of oil in the cleft of my bum, then I felt your thumbs separate the globes of my bottom, exposing my most vulnerable place to your gaze.

I was on edge, tense and unsure of where this was going.
But you crooned soothing words in my ear as your strong hands took charge of me until slowly I trusted and relaxed.

So it was that when the balls of your thumbs found the sensitive tissue surrounding my opening I willed myself to loosen up and let it happen.
You gently massaged the clenched muscles forming the ring of my sphincter, round and round, soothing, caressing draining away the negative tension that had built up in my body.

The warm oil seemed to glow on my behind and somehow drew all of my frustration into it.
I sighed in contentment.
An oily finger gently pressed on my center and bit by bit entered my silken passage where it lodged unmoving.
I was utterly within your power now.
My body was yours.

Time slipped by unmarked with your digit lodged in my back passage and your fingers gently stroking me until I felt myself dissolving into an oblivion of contentment.
A greater moment of intimacy I had never known.

The connection between us was more than physical, more than friendship, but spiritual, almost sacred in its purity.
I seemed to be floating on golden clouds of love and acceptance supported only by a fleecy vapor securely cradling my naked body.
“It is enough,” your voice whispered in my ear.

“I have planted the fire.
” It was true.
The choking inferno had been replaced with glowing embers like the fire in the fireplace, bright and constant and warm and embracing.
The digit gently removed itself and I felt the roughness of a towel dabbing the oil from my behind.

“Now, Sara, I need you to roll onto your back.
” I wondered hazily what might come next.
And as was becoming usual live web cam sex shows you surprised me.

You knelt at the foot of the bed and placed your hands on the soles of my feet, holding them, warming them in your hands, honoring them.
Only one who is truly a master is able to bow with such humility and so demonstrate his true strength and courage and character.

The acceptance I felt seemed to open a door within freeing sexual and erotic energies that I didn’t even know I possessed.
The fire flamed brighter.
You rested there awhile caressing and just holding my feet.

Then spreading my legs you moved close to their juncture and began to touch and stroke the front of my body with the feather as you had with my back.
It passed tantalizingly over my belly button and my nipples before gently stroking my face.

You took oil in your hands and anointed my body with it, at first using wide strokes to spread it over my shoulders and tummy and chest then focusing on individual spots, the indentation of my neck, my armpits, inside my elbows and wrists, then the palms of my hands and on to my nipples, navel, and pubic mound.
When I was thoroughly coated and my skin electrified you used your fingertips to explore and entice every inch of me, increasing my sexual energy and making me feel alive to your touch.

I gasped as you rolled my engorged nipples between your index fingers and thumbs.
A throbbing began within me, as if far-off drums were beating a rhythm deep inside.
Involuntarily I opened my legs even wider for you and I felt a whisper of cool air on the welling wetness.

There was a slight tremble in your hands as you began to very gently massage my stomach, moving round and round in a clockwise motion then raised my knees and placed the soles of my cold feet on your warm stomach.
You warmed them in your hands.

I felt so vulnerable that way, yet so cherished and safe that I forgot to be embarrassed.
And as if closing out one phase of fire-building before beginning the next you placed your hand directly over my heart.
I felt it pound against the slight pressure you put there.

The intimacy was almost overwhelming.
The flat of your other hand you placed directly on my clitoris, holding it there a moment, then moving upwards across my pubis and stomach to replace the hand at my heart, which moved down to my clitoris and repeated the cycle, over and over.

It was as if you were connecting my heart to my sexual parts.
And then I saw.
Sex wasn’t just something I allowed to happen to me, it was me, as much a part of me as my mind or will, or emotions.
I wondered at this revelation.
It seemed so freeing.
My breath came in ragged gasps.

My body thrummed with sensation.

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