Free Healed by His Touch by Lydia Litt

Healed By His Touch
    by Lydia Litt

    Copyright 2012 Lydia Litt

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    Jessica surfaced just as Marco
    reached the pool deck. He was gloriously
    naked, his brown, muscled body clearly
    visible in the moonlight. She drank in his
    broad shoulders and expansive chest
    before following the dark trail down his
    belly to his fully erect manhood. Her
    eyes widened at the sight of his
    enormous member, which seemed to
    grow even larger and more erect under
    her gaze.
    Blood rushed to her private places at
    the thought of having him inside her. She
    had never felt this kind of desire before,
    an absolute yearning to be completely
    filled by the throbbing flesh of a man.

    ***

    Jessica looked around the small
    makeshift waiting room with a bit of
    distain. The turn-of-the-century house-
    turned-salon was decorated in a quaint
    country style, which was a far cry from the
    modern, upscale spa experiences she was
    used to.
    She was early for her appointment, but
    the magazine selection was geared toward
    mothers and housewives. Not a single
    issue of Vogue or Cosmo could be found.
    So she looked around at the odd
    assortment of products on display.
    Handmade potholders, jewelry, hats
    and scarves hung from a sales rack in front
    of the brick fireplace, while a
    whitewashed bookcase held more
    traditional products: shampoos,
    conditioners and styling solutions
    intermixed with a variety of combs and
    brushes.
    A paddle brush caught Jessica’s eye
    and her thoughts wandered. There’s more
    than one use for a brush like that . . .
    The brush reminded her of Daniel, who
    had always preferred the rougher side of
    sex. Over the years, Jessica had adjusted
    to his preferences, although she often
    longed for a bit of romance. Daniel would
    be so turned on by the brush; paddling her
    ass as he rammed her from behind was his
    kind of fun.
    Smack! Ram! Smack! Ram! Smack!
    Ram!
    The dampness that formed between
    Jessica’s legs was a stark reminder that
    she hadn’t had sex in over a year.
    It was hard to believe that her divorce
    from billionaire Daniel Duncan was
    taking so long. Last week, her lawyer
    thought they had finally struck a deal.
    Yesterday, Daniel’s attorney said it was a
    no-go. Still a few more details to iron out,
    he said. Jessica guessed that Daniel was
    going to make another play for their house
    in the country. But that was her home now
    and she refused to let him have it. It was
    the one shared possession that held
    meaning for her.
    The stress of going through round after
    round of financial negotiations was taking
    its toll on Jessica. She had lost a bit too
    much weight over the last 12 months. Her
    once-voluptuous figure still had curves,
    but if the divorce wasn’t finalized soon,
    those would be gone, too.
    Jessica’s friends had been urging her to
    jump back into the dating game or, at the
    very least, back into the sack. “Sex is a
    great stress-reliever,” Donna had argued,
    and she should know. In addition to
    sleeping with her husband, Donna was
    screwing her tennis coach and her
    gardener, and didn’t seem the least bit
    stressed about her indiscretions.
    “Listen Jess,” Donna continued, patting
    Jessica’s hand like a concerned parent,
    “we know Daniel’s control issues did a
    number on your self esteem. But you won’t
    start the healing process unless you put
    yourself out there and assert a little
    control of your own.”
    But Jessica wasn’t quite ready to go
    there. She needed a different way to
    relieve the pressure of divorce. That’s
    when Angela recommended her new
    massage therapist.
    “Marco has magic hands,” Angela
    sighed. “One hour on his table and you’ll
    be purring like a kitten.”
    Jessica loved a great massage and had
    been having periodic sessions at the club
    she belonged to. But so far, the stress-
    management effects had been short-lived.
    “Seriously,” Angela continued, “he
    offers a special treatment called the