Shit week.  Dog-tired.  A massage is my only hope.

Too exhausted to care, I lie naked on the table, dozing off almost immediately.

Vaguely aware of strong hands working my muscles, I start to float and imagine other circumstances.

In my mind, I squirm with pleasure and sigh with delight at the sensations.

My dream takes on a new reality as my legs part and my bottom rises in invitation.

“Just fuck me, please,” I silently plead.

I wake.  No-one is there.

As I stroll to the changing room, I feel the familiar sensation of semen running down my leg.