Tomorrow.

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I've been thinking, dreaming, craving it for weeks now.
He promised me a massage.
His hands kneading the muscles loose from the cramped little knots that have been building for months. Fingers carassing my skin sending goosebumps out to my fingertips. His lips following, kissing up my neck to my hairline making me shiver.
Sigh.