I love to give my lady her first back rub. She takes off her blouse. As she lays on her belly, her exposed skin increasingly excites me. Then I touch the middle of her back and the warmth builds the excitement in us both. Our connection begins. Trained as an orderly when I was a virgin, my touch has been perfected to sooth the needy. I work my magic hands along her back. Will she give me unrestricted access to the full length by letting me unhitch her bra? How far down will she permit me to rub? I focus soothing energy above the ovaries to continue the excitement. I go along the sides, teasing the desire for a frontal massage. Will she let me rub her front? Her legs? Her toes? Her feet? Her thighs? Anywhere? It gets hard as I resist the un-permitted. Need I ask again? Surely after time each permission will be granted for my lady has desires as well. There is no hurry for the ecstatic episode's culmination. It must last as long as possible. She will guide my magic hands with subtle signals. Then I serve her every need. When she wants me to kiss her, I hold her face in both my hands. Then as my mouth approaches her face, I move my hands behind her head and neck. As our lips connect, I move my hands along her back and sides. Not too fast because I need to feel the energy building in my lady. Will she signal with her tongue to my lips? My teeth? I dare not be too quick to raise the intensity because it must be done together to be perfect. Passionate kisses with magic hands delight my lady, as she yields to her excitement. We look at the moon together hand in hand. Holding hands we maintain the connection that prolongs the excitement. We can not let go. It must last forever. We have tea together and still holding hands, we maintain the excitement. As such, we visualize our private pleasure together. It never ends. By having been, our envisioning provides the endurance through time. As such, we will always be connected.