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Title: A Very Personal Massage, pt. 1: The Buildup

The morning light peeked through the hotel’s gilded curtains, casting an ethereal glow across the opulent suite. Akiko emerged from the en suite bathroom, her alabaster skin glistening with droplets of evaporated steam. She ran her fingers through her raven tresses, taming her lush mane into a sleek ponytail. The simple, black, scant robe hugged her voluptuous curves like a second skin. Akiko was a vision of beauty and femininity, a picture-perfect image of a goddess from an age long past.

She sauntered gracefully towards the floor-to-ceiling windows. The cityscape stretched endlessly before her eyes – a labyrinth of concrete and steel, pulsating with the lifeblood of the millions of souls that called it home. But Akiko’s thoughts were focused on the man that lay in her plush king-sized bed, deeply engrossed in the tranquil embrace of post-coital slumber. Makoto.

Their paths had crossed under the most peculiar of circumstances. Makoto, a high-powered executive in the cutthroat world of finance, had been on a business trip in Shanghai when he chanced upon Akiko’s profile on an exclusive, members-only dating app. Her profile picture had been an alluring black and white photograph. Makoto couldn’t tear his eyes away from Akiko’s bedroom eyes and tempting pout as she languidly reclined on an ornate chaise, a fluffy white cat curled up in her lap. He swiped right without a moment’s hesitation.

Akiko had been intrigued by Makoto’s profile. He was bold, assertive, and confident – everything she craved in a man. They matched. And after a few days of flirty back-and-forth banter, they decided to meet. A car service whisked Akiko to Makoto’s hotel suite, and in a moment of sheer synchronicity, the rest was history. Akiko and Makoto spent the next few hours entangled in a heated exchange of passion and ecstasy. Their bodies moved in a synchronic rhythm, an ancient dance of love and lust. Akiko crashed into Makoto’s arms, satiated and exhausted. She fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Now, Akiko stood by the window, lost in thought. The night’s activities had left her thoroughly satisfied and craving more. A mischievous grin played on her lips as an idea sparked in her mind. She had the perfect plan to make their reunion extra special. Akiko hurried to the bathroom to prepare.

Makoto stirred from his slumber, the outlines of the morning light etching shadows on his chiseled features. He reached out a hand, expecting to find Akiko’s warm curves next to him. But she was gone, replaced by a crackling sense of anticipation. Makoto sat up, blinking the sleep from his eyes. His gaze landed on a piece of note paper on the bedside table, a red rose tucked under its edge. He picked it up and read the flowing cursive handwriting.

My darling Makoto,

You’ve been such a naughty boy. I think it’s time you got what you’ve been asking for. I’ll be waiting for you in the living room. You’ll find everything you need in the bathroom.

Until then, dream of me,

Akiko

Makoto’s heart raced as he unfold the sheets of the note. A set of-room service was neatly folded next to it, with Akiko’s full name printed on the top header. A smile tugged at his lips as he realized what Akiko had in store for them. Makoto sprung out of bed, invigorated by a renewed sense of energy. He practically ran into the bathroom.

The room had been completely transformed. The plush bath mat was replaced by a yoga mat. Three flickering tea lights adorned the vanity, casting the room in an amber glow. A fragrant, sweet aroma hung in the air. Makoto found a bottle of body oil on the counter, the juicyGuava, PושאGuava scent perfuming the air. He couldn’t help but smile roughly. She had thought of everything.

Makoto had his hair in a towel after a quick shower. When he stepped into the living room , he stopped dead in his tracks. Akiko reclined on the sofa, every inch the goddess from his morning dream. She wore a tiny white towel robe, the fabric barely concealing her generous curves. Her long legs were crossed at the ankles, planted on the floor. Akiko looked up at him, her doe eyes hooded. When she spoke, her voice was breathy and low.

“Good morning, my love,” she purred. “I hope you’re ready for a long, hard… workout.”

Makoto gulped at the innuendo. He knew exactly what Akiko was talking about. He sauntered over to the sofa, his movements deliberate and slow.

“I’m a martial arts champion,” he said, flashing his most charming smile. “I’m ready to throw down anytime, anywhere.”

Akiko giggled and patted the space next to her. “Oh, I like a man who speaks my language.”