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The spa's door whispered shut behind him as Kristian stepped into the reception area. It was warm inside, quiet in a way that immediately made the outside world feel far away. Soft instrumental music played beneath the sound of a small fountain, and the scent of eucalyptus lingered in the air.
The receptionist looked up from her screen with a gentle smile.
"Hi, welcome back… Kristian, right? You're in for the deep relaxation massage today. Your therapist will be with you shortly—can I get you a tea or cucumber water while you wait?"
He accepted a cup of herbal tea and moved to a plush bench by the wall, setting his phone on silent and sliding it into his jacket pocket. It was one of those rare moments where time seemed to pause—no work emails, no questions from the kids, no lists to tick off.
The waiting area was bathed in a warm, amber glow. Minimalist decor, tasteful artwork, the low hum of relaxation. He stretched out his long legs, noticing the way his shoulders still held the tension of the week. His tall, toned frame leaned back into the cushioned seat, dark hair slightly tousled, just a few greys catching the light at the temples. His medium beard, a neat match in colour, added to his quietly composed look.
A door to the right opened with a gentle click. Kristian looked up.
She stepped out — the massage therapist. Mid-to-late thirties, composed and athletic but with a rather full bust beneath a grey spa uniform. Her long hair was pulled into a tidy low bun, and there was an air of quiet confidence about her. She scanned the clipboard in her hands, then glanced up with a soft smile that reached her eyes.
"Kristian?"
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Thanks for taking the time to read my slice of life prompt. I'm very much basing this on my RL situation and thought I'd indulge myself in a 'virtual' massage that maybe becomes a little more steamy than I anticipate?
I really enjoy the idea of unintentionally becoming aroused during the session, feeling shame and embarrassment as I lie there, not knowing how to address the elephant in the room…..wondering what she must think of me…..but wait……did her hand just 'brush' against me?
Anyways, DM if you're interested (I am on discord too if that suits).
Oh and here is my kink/limit statement if you're interested:
**Kinks:** So……I'm probably about two-thirds dominant by nature — I love taking the lead, setting the pace, holding you in place while you lose yourself under me. There's a deep satisfaction in being the one who pushes you to the edge, who makes you beg, who makes you feel owned in all the best ways. But with this particular RP? It might be more 50/50… because you are the one with your hands all over me at the start after all?
There's something incredibly hot about being teased, drawn out, denied just enough to make me throb with need. I love that push and pull — when you're straddling me, playing with your breasts like you know exactly how it gets to me, grinding slow while I'm gripping the sheets trying not to lose it. That kind of slow torture? I'll take it every time. The frustration just makes the eventual release hit harder — and you know it.
I'm all about the physical chemistry — kissing, caressing, spontaneous touch, the kind of passion where we're always within reach of each other. Public teasing, little flashes of skin, your body pressed against mine when we know we have to behave — it builds a tension I want to tear through the second we're alone.
I love when it gets rough, raw, real — your nails in my back, my hands in your hair, marks that linger. Whether I'm pinning you down and making you take every inch, or you've got me under your rhythm, telling me not to come yet — that shared dynamic, that give and take, is what makes it so intense.
I'm here for all of it — from tender moments with whispered praise and soft touches, to raw, unfiltered lust that leaves us breathless. Spoil me with your curves and your control, and I'll return the favor tenfold. You get me worked up, leave me desperate… and then make me earn it. That's my kind of foreplay.
**Limits:** Whilst I'm pretty open-minded and up for exploring a lot, especially when the chemistry is right — I do have some firm lines. Anything involving incest, underage scenarios, or anything too extreme or off-putting is a no from me — so no scat, piss, gore, or anything overly abusive or degrading, either physical or mental. That kind of energy just isn't my thing.
Rough play? Definitely. Passionate, intense, primal — bring it on. But it's always rooted in trust, connection, and mutual pleasure. I'm not into humiliation or hardcore degradation — I'd rather build you up, not break you down.
I also don't vibe with anything involving animals.
The receptionist looked up from her screen with a gentle smile.
"Hi, welcome back… Kristian, right? You're in for the deep relaxation massage today. Your therapist will be with you shortly—can I get you a tea or cucumber water while you wait?"
He accepted a cup of herbal tea and moved to a plush bench by the wall, setting his phone on silent and sliding it into his jacket pocket. It was one of those rare moments where time seemed to pause—no work emails, no questions from the kids, no lists to tick off.
The waiting area was bathed in a warm, amber glow. Minimalist decor, tasteful artwork, the low hum of relaxation. He stretched out his long legs, noticing the way his shoulders still held the tension of the week. His tall, toned frame leaned back into the cushioned seat, dark hair slightly tousled, just a few greys catching the light at the temples. His medium beard, a neat match in colour, added to his quietly composed look.
A door to the right opened with a gentle click. Kristian looked up.
She stepped out — the massage therapist. Mid-to-late thirties, composed and athletic but with a rather full bust beneath a grey spa uniform. Her long hair was pulled into a tidy low bun, and there was an air of quiet confidence about her. She scanned the clipboard in her hands, then glanced up with a soft smile that reached her eyes.
"Kristian?"
———————————————————————
Thanks for taking the time to read my slice of life prompt. I'm very much basing this on my RL situation and thought I'd indulge myself in a 'virtual' massage that maybe becomes a little more steamy than I anticipate?
I really enjoy the idea of unintentionally becoming aroused during the session, feeling shame and embarrassment as I lie there, not knowing how to address the elephant in the room…..wondering what she must think of me…..but wait……did her hand just 'brush' against me?
Anyways, DM if you're interested (I am on discord too if that suits).
Oh and here is my kink/limit statement if you're interested:
**Kinks:** So……I'm probably about two-thirds dominant by nature — I love taking the lead, setting the pace, holding you in place while you lose yourself under me. There's a deep satisfaction in being the one who pushes you to the edge, who makes you beg, who makes you feel owned in all the best ways. But with this particular RP? It might be more 50/50… because you are the one with your hands all over me at the start after all?
There's something incredibly hot about being teased, drawn out, denied just enough to make me throb with need. I love that push and pull — when you're straddling me, playing with your breasts like you know exactly how it gets to me, grinding slow while I'm gripping the sheets trying not to lose it. That kind of slow torture? I'll take it every time. The frustration just makes the eventual release hit harder — and you know it.
I'm all about the physical chemistry — kissing, caressing, spontaneous touch, the kind of passion where we're always within reach of each other. Public teasing, little flashes of skin, your body pressed against mine when we know we have to behave — it builds a tension I want to tear through the second we're alone.
I love when it gets rough, raw, real — your nails in my back, my hands in your hair, marks that linger. Whether I'm pinning you down and making you take every inch, or you've got me under your rhythm, telling me not to come yet — that shared dynamic, that give and take, is what makes it so intense.
I'm here for all of it — from tender moments with whispered praise and soft touches, to raw, unfiltered lust that leaves us breathless. Spoil me with your curves and your control, and I'll return the favor tenfold. You get me worked up, leave me desperate… and then make me earn it. That's my kind of foreplay.
**Limits:** Whilst I'm pretty open-minded and up for exploring a lot, especially when the chemistry is right — I do have some firm lines. Anything involving incest, underage scenarios, or anything too extreme or off-putting is a no from me — so no scat, piss, gore, or anything overly abusive or degrading, either physical or mental. That kind of energy just isn't my thing.
Rough play? Definitely. Passionate, intense, primal — bring it on. But it's always rooted in trust, connection, and mutual pleasure. I'm not into humiliation or hardcore degradation — I'd rather build you up, not break you down.
I also don't vibe with anything involving animals.