God, their hands felt incredible.

“It’s just what you need to unwind after a long day, sweetheart,” they’d said as they’d stripped me down and gently laid me out on the bed. “Just relax, and let me work allll the tension out of that beautiful body.”

And so I did, because their hands felt incredible.

They were right, of course—it was just what I needed, to let them coax the stress from my tightly wound muscles. “That’s right, let it go,” they murmured, pressing into a particularly stubborn knot, and I moaned at the delicious almost-pain of my body yielding to their touch.

They had been talking for a bit, I realized, and I hadn’t processed much of it. With some effort, I dragged myself back—even as my body was melting into the mattress under their hands. “…doing so well for me, sweetheart,” they were saying, “just letting yourself go, letting me break up the knots in your thoughts just like I’m breaking up the knots in your muscles.”

I could feel it so directly: when a knot gave way under their fingers, I felt my thoughts loosen, just a bit. A clump of worries, a tangle of stresses, dissolved under the gentle pressure of their touch. “And it can feel just as good in your mind as it does in your body, that loosening, that slowing, that relaxing. Good. Enjoy it. See how good it can make you feel.”

And so I did, because their hands felt incredible.

When they tugged me to flip over, I did—boneless, compliant. With my head laid in their lap and their strong, sure fingers at my jaw releasing tension I didn’t even know I had, it was so easy to “let go, just follow my words, just feel my touch and how good it makes you feel. How good my voice makes you feel. Undoing the tension in your body, in your mind. Melt into the mattress, melt into me…”

And so I did. Because their voice felt incredible.

Every word was mirrored in a touch, every touch in a word; their voice flowing over me, soft as silk, smooth and strong as their hands kneading my pecs. And when their fingers drifted down over my nipples, it was “pleasure, but also more relaxation, because the better you feel, the more you relax, and the more you relax, the better you feel”, and so I squirmed against them as my body began to heat, but lazily, unhurriedly.

“Feel good for me, sweetheart. Let that pleasure melt through you.”

And so I did, because their touch felt incredible.

Their words becoming “part of your thoughts, slipping in so easily,” their touch “massaging the last of the resistance from your body, and how does it feel to be boneless for me, so thoroughly relaxed that you can’t even move?” It felt incredible, and I was too relaxed to even open my mouth to tell them so—so I just lay there and felt, because I knew they could tell, knew their sure hands on my body could intuit exactly what I was feeling. “Loose and limp and pliant, sweetheart, so heavy you couldn’t move if you tried, but you don’t even want to try, because it feels so fucking good to be a puddle for me. Now: let go.”

And so I did, because their control felt incredible.

When they lay me on my back and started to explore my body in earnest; when their touch wandered even further, when the firm pressure turned to light caresses; when their mouth joined their hands and set my skin afire—I was “too relaxed to even respond, sweetheart, just lie there and feel the pleasure, and because you can’t even squirm it away, it just redoubles on itself, building in your body and feeling so incredible”. When their mouth found mine, I couldn’t even muster the energy to kiss them back, just let them suck pleasure from my unresponsive lips.

And when their hand dipped between my legs, I couldn’t even stir my hips to meet them. “You’re doing so well for me, sweetheart,” they murmured, as they teased and toyed and I bonelessly received their pleasure. “All that tension, gone, all those thoughts, gone; you’re just a vessel for pleasure now, and I’m going to fill you allll the way up. I want to see just how good I can make you feel. This is only the beginning. Come for me, sweetheart.”

And so, barely able to move with it, with only a guttural moan low in my throat:

I did.

Because they felt incredible.