Date: Tue, 06 Feb 2007 09:41:45 -0700
From: enchanted princess <sprinkledwithlove@hotmail.com>
Subject: Spoiled 2

I'm having fun with this story. I can't wait for the next chapter and
then the next. I know where it's going to go and what I have planned but
the knowing is the exciting part. As I write I can hardly wait to publish
it and share my fantisy and my desire with others. I truely hope you find
as much pleasure reading this as I have in writing it.



I've never touched or been touched sexually by anyone male or female.
Though there's been a few time when I wanted to. I never did though, my
father is well known and I would never do anything to hurt him in any
way.

About six months ago some of my friends and I were at an art gallery
checking out a new artist. In conversation while we browsed one of my
friends mentioned that she'd heard about a new massage therapist who was
doing wonders for women with stress. She mentioned the name, I was
surprised to hear she was a woman since she specialized in only women.

I put it out of my mind but her name came up several times over the next
few weeks. I'm curious by nature and since I'm interested in new
natural healing methods I decided to investigate.

I called her office and made an appointment. I was struck first by how
cute and sexy she was, then by how knowledgeable and professional she
appeared. She explained that simple relaxation was in itself a healing
process. Not a vacation to the Bahamas but true deep relaxation. She
showed me around her clinic. The usual sauna, hot tub, candles, soothing
music. Then she showed me a massage center. It wasn't a wooden or metal
table with paper sheets. It was a bamboo mat laid across a foam covered
pedestal  in the center of a shallow pool of water. She explained that
the feel of her hands massaging mixed with the caress of the water
lapping the woman's body created a world of tranquility and peace. I
wasn't too sure about it but promised I'd give it a try. She also led
me to a conventional massage alcove. Her center was an open space with
each phase of the treatment set aside in it's own allotted space. Done
incredibly tasteful as well as beautiful.

I thanked her for sparing the time to show me her treatment center. I was
hesitant to make an appointment though, I left with a promise to think
about it and possibly get back to her in a few days. She stopped me as I
turned towards the door. Her hand gently resting on my arm. "By the way,
my name is Debby" She said.  Her smile touched a flame buried deep
inside me, brining a sputtering desire into dancing flames.

I virtually ran out the door. I'd been so careful, so controlled. No one
knew the turmoil raging inside me. The last thing I needed was something
or someone preoccupying my thoughts. Especially when that someone was a
cute perky brunet with chocolate eyes and a smile that made my insides
quiver. Someone who set fire to the well of frustration and need pulsing
though my body.

I spent the next week distracted, in a haze. I couldn't focus because my
mind and body yearned for someone I could never have. I repeated over and
over in my head how much I loved my father, how important to me he is and
how I'd do nothing to hurt or embarrass him.

I tried as hard as I could but it didn't work. At night, every night I
gave in. My hands kneaded my breast, fingers squeezing nipples I gasped
and begged. My cream covered fingers stroked my clit and spread the inner
walls of my pussy as I plunged them over and over deep into my pussy.
Only at night alone in my bed could I embrace the burning I felt for
Debbie's touch.

A little more than a week had passed since I'd stepped into Debbie's
clinic. Eight days filled with nothing but thoughts of her touch,
thoughts of her breasts filling my hands. Thoughts of her soft lips their
taste on my tongue.

I convinced myself that I would call and make an appointment. That
somehow just the touch of her hands kneading aching muscles would be
enough. There was no way she'd know of my attraction for her.

She answered and the sound of her voice was like a cool wave over my
burning flesh. She greeted my introduction with enthusiasm and welcome. I
made an appointment for later that same afternoon. My hand shook as I
hung up the phone. I was breathing hard, shallow quick breaths. I knew I
had to get some measure of control if I didn't want to look like an
idiot this afternoon.

I headed for the shower. Deep cleansing breaths. I slid my fingers
through my long golden hair. Vanilla scented soap lathered in my hands. I
gasped as if shocked as I slid warm lather over my stomach. Warm
sensation tingled and puckered my nipples and the dark circles framing
them. They hardened painfully, aching throbbing peaks jutting from each
breast. I closed my eyes embracing the pleasure as I squeezed and twisted
both glistening nipples.

I spread my legs eager and pleading for the touch of my hands. Sliding my
palms down my stomach I scooped up more bubbles. Slowly my slick fingers
leading the way I caressed. My hips tilted forward, the tips of my
fingers grazed the edges of my mound. My palms smoothing over the inside
of my thighs.

I held my left hand pressed against the inside of my thigh. I turned my
right hand and cupped my burning pussy. I pressed the heel hard against
my pulsing clit. I ached so intently. I grasped for control but it was
too late. My fingers pressed past my slick swollen lips. My legs spread
wide my knees parting I shoved two fingers deep and hard slamming them
inside me. My palm smashed my clit. I rocked my hips and rotated my palm
back and forth across my clit.

Rich hot cum built deep inside my pussy. I panted, moaning as it built
hot and thick inside me. Bursts of stinging pleasure shot deep inside me.
The first wave of cum gush over my fingers, the walls of my pussy
thickening and milking. I sank down pressing my back against the wall of
the shower. I spread my knees wide. The spray of the shower dots of flame
across my swollen pussy. My left fingers, three of them shoved deep
inside, replacing my right. I slid my right hand higher my fingers
embracing my clit. Furious intent strokes, I rubbed my swollen clit back
and forth smashing it under my fingers.

I panted crying out moans of rich pure pleasure declaring my rapture.
Pulsing cum flooded over my fingers. I stroked my clit refusing to stop
after the intense waves had subsided. Little sparks of pleasure mixed
with pain but I continued to rub. I moaned, the sensation too intense my
clit too sensitive. I cupped the insides of my thighs my thumbs spreading
my lips. I tilted my pussy exposing it fully, offering it openly to the
stinging caress of the water falling from above.




Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in
private and wash your hands afterwards....Robert Heinlein