His name was Rodney and he was my handyman. His rough, calloused hands and well-worn tools did far more than just repair my ramshackle house— they rocked my raw world. His muscled chest would heave as he rose from his hunched position, dripping with sweat from the searing sun overhead and glinting in the hazy glow of the fast-setting sun. His deep brown eyes lit up when he saw me as his large, ready hands nervously ran across the faded jeans that hung from his narrow hips. His fingertips brushed against his tight tool belt, and I could feel the anticipation between us as he inched closer and slowly lowered himself to his knees, begging to be the one to take care of me.
Table of Contents
- 1. His Toolbox of Pleasure
- 2. How He Rebuilt My Erotic World
- 3. His Rough Nails Scratching My Heart
- 4. An Explosive Climax Like No Other
- The Way Forward
1. His Toolbox of Pleasure
His heavyweight touch
Gripping my hips, he claimed my body with the confidence of a man with a toolbox of pleasure. Every single touch was delivered like his heavy hand was weighed down by the tools in his possession to drive an exquisite painting of raw, chaotic, energy through the canvas of my skin. The only way to suffer through the pleasure was to become the perfect canvas for his relief. His sensuous cadence of hips and hands, knew the positions of my longing desires and every single one was filled with brutal yet contented gratification.
The handyman’s break
A temporary surrender was broken with the need to knock down every wall I had built around my hidden pleasure. His dominant attitude made me beg for a break, a moment of surrender from the pounding of his hammer, the pleasure too great for me to endure. His raised breath like a skilled carpenter, smashed my minutes of passion into fragment that were easily repaired as we found our way back to pleasure. was on every page of his muscular book of love and I quickly found myself captivated with every chapter he wrote.
2. How He Rebuilt My Erotic World
I Feel the Electrical Pulse Again
He moved his hands over me with the precision of a gifted craftsman, his hands earning their reputation as the legendary hands of a handyman. His skilled fingers fussed around my root, tugging at my truth with a rambling ruckus that left not a single potency of pleasure disregarded. The friction from his touch sent tingles through me like lightning, an electrical pulse of former vigor restored in my raw world. My breath caught in my throat as I moaned with his every touch, providing accompaniment to the rough chorus of our romping.
Our Melodious Nature Travelling Across Various Peaks
As if previously rehearsed, we moved together in perfect harmony, our melodious nature shifting pitch and intensity across a myriad of peaks and valleys and crests until the finale, when we were driven dizzy with blissful pleasure. We pressed our mouths together, my salty flavor blending with his, as my moans of sweet relief mingled with his happy hums. Our melody of culmination had been whispered to us from the start, and we heaved and fell into it as one, eagerly eager to pay homage with our lovemaking. It was a performance worthy of an encore, a passionate waltz that soared and soared until it left us speechless and exhausted yet fully alive.
3. His Rough Nails Scratching My Heart
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My elbows were propped up against his smooth wooden bed, my back arching into him as he moved faster and faster. His hands were large and strong, caressing my body and gripping me firmly with each thrust. His lips pressed into my neck, his rough fingertips coming up to my face as he kissed me hard. His nails scraped against my skin gently, but firmly, making my heart thunder in my chest. I felt my climax coming close and I could no longer hold back, his hands gripping my hips and his manhood pushing into me to the fullest.
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The sensation was like nothing I’d ever felt before. His energy consumed me and I returned it with every bit of passion I had stored in my heart. I felt my own body rock with his strokes, the slick wetness between us hotter than ever as we moved in our own syncopated harmony. His handyman rocked my raw world with his intensity and the heat of his passion was enough to make me cry out with pleasure. His rough nails ran in circles along my back, and I gasped in delight as each touch caressed my skin. I lost myself in his manly embrace and the pleasure that followed. This was a moment I would forever cherish in my memory.
4. An Explosive Climax Like No Other
The Handyman Arrives
He arrived at the door like a savior from another world. I’d already heard about him and how deft and capable he was with his hands. His broad, muscular shoulders and handsome face made my heart stutter. I wasted no time in ushering him in and quickly undressing him with my hungry eyes. His tanned skin glistened like marble and spoke of long days beneath a clear, blue sky.
Explosive Climax
His strong hands explored my body expertly and I reveled in his touch as if tasting the sweetest nectar. I felt my pleasure reach new heights as his mouth and tongue explored my most sensitive areas. My moans grew louder and hung in the air like a hymn. His hands moved faster, manipulating my body in ways I had only dreamed of. Every sensation my nerve endings sent to my brain exploded like wildfire in its intensity and I tensed as I felt the familiar, exquisite pleasure of my imminent orgasm. I came undone in a violent intensity that seemed to bend time and space as I lay in a sated, blissful state of ecstasy.
The Way Forward
As I lay there panting from the pleasure, I looked up at him in awe with a sort of reverence. His handyman had rocked my world in ways inconceivable, and I felt a profound thankfulness for having been able to experience it. I let out a deep sigh as I felt his warmth linger within me, like a gentle reminder of the sheer bliss that I had just experienced. This was certainly one of the best hookups I ever had, and I was blessed to have shared it with someone so special as him.