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The door closes softly, leaving only the whisper of silk sheets and the faint, clean scent of bergamot hanging in the warm, dimly lit air. His hands, warmed by oil and an unhurried intent, find the tight landscape of my shoulders, pressing with a knowing pressure that melts resistance like sun on winter frost. Each deliberate stroke is a language spoken without words, a slow exploration of contour and curve that maps the tension from my body. I sink deeper into the plush surface beneath me, my awareness narrowing to the trail of heat his palms leave in their wake as they glide down the length of my spine. A low, appreciative sigh escapes my lips as his thumbs circle the delicate hollows above my hips, a touch that feels both reverent and possessive. The world outside this room—its noise, its demands—dissolves into an ignificant murmur, forgotten agat the rising tide of pure sensation. My breath synchronizes with the rhythm of his movements, a deep and steady cadence that lulls my mind into a state of blissful surrender. Fingertips trace the subtle architecture of my ribs before sweeping outward, a feather-light caress that ignites a shimmering path of goosebumps across my skin. In this suspended moment, there is nothing but the exquisite pressure, the radiating warmth, and the profound, unfolding release that feels less like a service and more like a rediscovery.
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