Message-ID: <11268eli$9805141413@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/11268.txt> From: lynduke@aol.com (LynDuke) Subject: L.DUKE>>MASSAGE TABLE Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <1998051322005700.SAA09627@ladder03.news.aol.com> Apparently our time was half used up, as she had me flip onto my back. Then she did a very unusual thing. She put her right hand under my head, and her left hand on my forehead. Holding my head between her hands she was. I felt strange. Why was she checking me for fever??I mustve been a little spacy. I noticed I was starting to get one of my migrane headaches, so I told Joan, "I need to take a migrane capsule before we can resume." "OK" she said, "just a minute, lie still please". And she continued checking my temperature with her hand for a rough estimate of my condition. Her hand felt very cool and refreshing on my face, very pleasing. As far as I knew I was infection free and fever free. Then she brought me a cup of water and my purse so I could get my headache meds. I took the pill and felt reassured that I wouldnt be aching much longer because I had caught it in time. As she took the cup and purse away, she said, "Dear, would you please turn on your side? Here is a pillow for you." I figured it was some new massage stroke she had learned. Little did I know. She stepped into her little bathroom and when she came out, she pulled the covers off my feet and said "Is that better?", I said it was better."Draw your knees up to your chest" she said as she lifted up the sheet.I felt her expose my behind as I lay curled up on the massage table.. "JUst keep relaxing so I can check you now, OK?" I felt her grasp my buttocks cheeks and I gasped and said "Hey what are you doing?" Then something cold and greaasy was smeared all over my rectum and about an inch inside. "Im taking your temp. Please lie still. I think your infection has come back, you keep complaining of being too warm. I cant turn up the air-- you could get a chill." I felt embarrassed, but cooperative and a little turned on. I felt her lift up the upper cheek, and the tip of the thermometer touched me. "Ready?" She asked as she pushed it slowly into my rectum. Her aim was very good. She didnt poke me or anything. Then her hand held it in place, everyonce in awhile her hand would shake or wiggle a little, and that moved the stick a tiny bit. She let it stay a good 5 minutes. I watched the clock. Then slipped it out and she read it. She told me my temp was one degree over normal. No big deal, but that I should keep track of it since I had been sick over the spring. Now everytime I go there, I wonder if her thermometer is ready. I make sure not to go to Joan when Im sick, unless Im in need of some kinky thermometer play from Joan, whom I dont believe is aware of my feelings . ========================================================= Please write if you liked the story, or if you have a critique you would like to make. Lyn Duke Lynduke@aol.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>