He hears the words I do not say and continues on with my massage moving down to my feet making them more relaxed than I could ever imagine. He then gently asks me to turn over.

I feel his hands continuing to massage my back side starting with my neck then shoulders, back and rear. He seems to spend ample time indulging there. As I let out an unintentional moan I also hear him let out one of his own (just further proving how turned on he is getting from his hands on me). Then without warning he moves to my thighs making  me so turned on I nearly wet the bed. I manage to barely hold on so I can enjoy the rest of the massage.

He continues down to my thighs and calves seemingly putting in extra effort. Before I know it I'm taken off guard by him describing in a low sensual yet loving tone just how much he loves and desires me. He describes every detail of me (my eyes, face, abs, thighs, calves) in great depth really talking from his soul before continuing to describe what he exactly loves about my emotions and soul.

I couldn't help feel a lump starting to form in my throat and tears quickly filling my eyes. No-one has ever said such loving things about me. I didn't want him to think he was making me upset in any way so luckily I was facing down on the bed so trying hard as I might I just couldn't stop the rush of emotions I was feeling and didn't fight my tears when they started to leave my eyes and drip onto the sheets.

I tried to breath slowly and meticulously as to avoid my body shaking from sobs as he continued to shower me with words of affection.

As soon as he finishes messaging my feet I feel him gently turn me over and help me sit. I'm secretly hoping once he notices my tears he doesn't think he did anything wrong to cause them.

Upon sitting I feel my tears change directions as they begin rolling down my face completely covering it in a warm wetness. Without saying a word or asking any questions I feel him kiss a few of my tears and their streaks while wiping  others with the backs of his fingers.

After a moment of him wiping my tears he finally asks "To what do I owe your precious tears?"

"Please, don't think they're sad tears." I begin managing to choke out. "You're words were just so pure, kind, loving I never imagined I'd ever feel so totally and completely loved." I finished barely able to get the words out as another wave of tears replaced the ones he just erased.

Last edited by Princess_Lucky1731 (May 19, 2025 4:13 pm)

He quietly and lovingly tells me I don't have to explain myself, nor fight my sobs. That he'll take care of every tear and hold my body in his arms as he finds happy tears/sobs to be the sweetest. I then feel him kiss a couple more tears and streaks from my cheeks as he then drops his hands on my thighs to which I let them jiggle completely unrestrained (a complete full of love gesture for him).

Barely even thinking with his encouraging words and loving gestures I feel my body begin to crumble. I let a low sob escape my throat, followed by another. Within sec I feel his arms enveloping my body in the most warm embrace possible. Finally unable to hold back I let out a few more low sobs. A little embarrassed yet finally feeling free.

Last edited by Princess_Lucky1731 (May 21, 2025 2:20 pm)

I finally crumble as he embraces me letting my back shake in his hands and my thighs wobble against his as a puddle of tears land on his shoulder. I then lovingly hear him tell me I shouldn't feel ashamed of my tears even if I sob. Promising to take care of my tears no matter if we're alone or not; and to kiss my lips no matter if they welcome his kiss or are trembling.

I then feel him continue to take care of my tears and streaks by wiping and kissing them while he simultaneously jiggles my thighs and calves. I can't help but smile through my tears as I finally muster the breath to whisper "I. Love. You." (Was he tearing up as well, sympathy/love tears or too busy taking care of her)?