Hypnotising Hands

by **Matthew** on August 22nd, 2013, 11:19 am

He nodded obediently as she gave him the tips about the oil and instructed him to just work on the basics. His face was intent as he worked her back, still stiff and somewhat wooden with his motions. When she mentioned how to work with the knots, he gave another nod and continued to press at the flesh. When she teased him about putting a little more heart into it, he hesitated, shooting her a confused look. After a moment or two, he nodded, eyes returning to her back. "Okay."

With a small breath, the harlot summoned a trickle of his Djed. A gentle sigh tugged it up through his veins, and the odd sensation of drawing a tiny string up through his body overcame him. He shivered a bit, but relaxed as it started to flow a bit smoother. He gently took control of the little strand, threading it through other veins to finally reach up to his eyes. The dim glow of the room suddenly appeared, and he worked to block out all the other auras and focus on Wanda's alone. He didn't think it would actually help him find any of the pressure points that he needed to massage, but that wasn't the point. He just wanted to develop a sense of intimacy. To him, the best way to do that would be to try and understand her. And to understand her, he would slowly start to sync his mind with the swirling glow of her golden aura streaked with pretty paint strokes of purple. Matthew grew quieter above her, and his blue eyes focused even more. His touch seemed to slow down quite a bit, taking more time than it had before.

Sunshine. Put some sunshine into it. So...

His fingertips would suddenly be finding way too many of the right places on her back. He dipped and swirled his hands, massaging in the only way he knew how. He stroked the muscles that he could easily feel, and gently leaned into any knots. Most of the points that he somehow managed to find weren't exactly ones that were normally focused on to relax the body. His fingertips pressed over a point on her lower back that would send a sudden jolt of warm lightning to the front, and then scooted up the side of her spine to demand a shiver. Then, they touched to the line where her neck met her shoulders, stroking with the barest edge of a finger. It was another move that would spark sudden warm lightning, this time shooting down to spiderweb through the skin of her curved back. She would probably figure out what was going on immediately. The skilled harlot was using his knowledge of the female body to make his massage 'sunny' in the only way he knew how. He was giving her a sensual massage. Gnawing on his lower lip, he focused his bright eyes onto her aura harder, trying to mold himself with her. If he sensed pleasure, he would graze that point again as his fingers massaged. Displeasure would cause him to try another point. He honestly had a hard time sensing such things though, and could easily miss them. His fingers still danced, stroking down the curve of her sides. The dress was in the way of actual bare touch, but he even paid enough attention to know how to apply the right amount of fingernail to practically cut through the dress with some of his touches.

He wanted to ask how he was doing, but he was too focused. The magic slowly molding him to her aura required focus, and finding the points while also remembering her tips required even more focus. Instead, he would just look completely wrapped in his task, studying her back like a passionate lover. It was an odd contrast. It was like he had turned on some sort of 'harlot mode' for her.