As a submissive spirit, I’ve spent my life doing all I could to please those I care about. I don’t believe there to be a dominant bone in my body though I do have a strong spirit. I was just reading another thread and it brought to mind a very hot night from my past.

It began as a massage. I filled my hands with lotion and warmed it between my palms before spreading it over the naked back of my lover. He had been very stressed and I used the strength in my fingers to work the tension from his neck, shoulders, arms and back. Pressing deep into his muscles and kneading the knots there. I worked slowly and with care, eager to provide the maximum pleasure I could.

Again I warmed lotion between my palms and began kneading the muscles in his legs. Squeezing and massaging the tight calf muscles, feeling his leg flex under my fingers. Then pressing my fingers into the big thigh muscles to rub and work them. As I got to the top of his thigh, he spread his legs a little. I remember smiling, knowing his mind. But instead I again warmed lotion in my hands and began working on the calf and thigh of his other leg. My heart began to beat a bit faster as his anticipation triggered my own.

When I again warmed lotion in my hands and laid them on his ass cheeks, he clenched. I pressed my fingertips into his globes, squeezing and kneading them until he began to relax. My thumbs followed each other up and down his crack, teasing his tight hole. Over and over I stroked until he began to squirm. As I warmed lotion in my hands one last time, using a bit more than I had before, anticipation was thick in the air.

I spread his legs further and knelt between his thighs. One slippery hand slid over his balls to cup and massage them. He lifted his ass a bit to provide better access. My thumb teased his hole slowly. My every move was slow and deliberate when I knew he would have opted for speed. I rubbed my hands together again then slid one over his balls and beyond. My fingers slid easily up the underside of his trapped cock and curled there to stroke him. As my palm rubbed his balls and my fingers worked his cock, my other hand was free to slip between my legs and work my clit. We were both panting and moaning and while some muscles had been relaxed with the massage, others were just beginning to tense.

Suddenly he was up and I was on my knees with his hard cock buried to the hilt in my ass. Rough and rapid was the rhythm and I soon came, clenching him so tight his cock was unable to move. But as I relaxed again he continued to pound me. Finally, he pushed me flat on the bed, laying on me, his legs trapping mine together. He again ravaged my ass and I pushed up to meet each thrust until he came hard....his growl echoing through the room.

After recalling the details of that night, I am wondering how the hell I had forgotten about it. Then I realize it was just one of many hot and horny nights. Though the fates did not give us forever, they did allow us a wealth of erotic memories. So here’s to those that fill our memories and a place in our hearts forever...