Erotic massage oil is my favorite excuse to get close. I pour it slowly, deliberately, watching you try to stay focused while your thoughts drift exactly where I want them.

You pretend you’re listening when I talk about work, spreadsheets, plans… but your eyes keep tracing my curves, following the way I move, the way I bend just enough to distract you.

The oil makes everything slick and warm, my hands gliding easily as I take my time. I don’t rush. I don’t need to. Watching you unravel is half the fun.

I shift closer, letting my weight settle where it makes you breathe a little faster. You’re already pliable, already willing, even if you haven’t admitted it yet.

By the time I lean down to whisper in your ear, you understand the truth: this wasn’t just a massage. It was an invitation. And you accepted it the moment you stopped pretending you were in control.

Slippery. Shiny. Mine.
And you love how easily I make it feel that way.

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