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Ravaging the Handyman’s Tools Raw

It was the perfect summer day. The sun shone through the curtains of my room and the heat outside matched the fire and passion that seemed to be rippling through my veins. I was feeling particularly adventurous and I had set my sights on a certain individual — the handyman who had been fixing up my apartment. I’m not sure what it was; perhaps it was the way the sun glinted off the tools in his hands or the way he seemed to be so focused and intense as he worked, but I knew I had to have him.

I could almost feel my heart beating faster in anticipation as I invited him back to my place for a cold beer as soon as he was finished. Without hesitation, he accepted and before I knew it, I was leading him back to my bedroom. He seemed hesitant and perhaps a little nervous but I could tell there was something between us; something intense, something that had been simmering all afternoon and was set to explode.

The moment we stumbled into my bedroom and locked eyes things changed. He put down his tools, slowly, as though he was trying to draw out the anticipation. I made all the right moves, transforming the sexy glance I had given him out in the hallway into sensual caresses and eventually, passionate kissers. It felt like the chemistry was alive between us, like a wildfire raging out of control, and there was no stopping it. We laughed, we kissed, and I could feel the desire radiating from his body. And then finally, it was time.

I lay back on the bed and beckoned him to me. I wanted to feel his body on mine, wanted to feel the heat of the sun and explore all the new sensations between us. I wanted to ravage him with my hands and take advantage of the tools he left behind; I wanted his lips running up and down my body, almost as if he was exploring each inch of me with the tools he had been using only moments before. I was ready to be ravaged raw by this handyman.

Table of Contents

• 1. Accepting the Gift of Carnality
• 2. Unsheathing the Hardened Steel
• 3. An Ode to Slippery Ecstasy
• 4. Reveling in the Masterful Artistry
• Concluding Remarks

1. Accepting the Gift of Carnality

• Assumption – It was an unspoken agreement between us that I would assume total control; in our bedroom arena, I was king.
• Attraction – I found myself captivated by his strong, hard hands, unspoiled by time, and I dared myself to ask him to take them to task.

He had come to repair the broken doorframe, but I had other responsibilities for him. He stood before me, his tool box in one hand and a look of apprehension in his eye. His body seemed to move of its own volition as I circled him, judging the potential of his tools. I savoured the feeling of power that my implicit command sent through me.

As I stepped closer I could feel the energy radiating off him, the anticipation of what was to come. I placed his hands upon me, feeling the roughness of his eskilstuna, eagerly shaping and moulding my body to his whim. Gently but firmly he worked the tools against me, bringing out new sensations and delights. There seemed to be no limit as to what he could do and I found myself lost in the moment; pushing gently against him further and further.

I had never seen before the untamed passion that he had, ravaging me with such intensity and aggression. It was like I had unleashed a wild animal in him, his hands gripping with force and his movements becoming more frenzied. As he took me higher and higher towards that point of no return, I revelled in my newfound acceptance of carnality and thanked my lucky stars that I had accepted the gift.

2. Unsheathing the Hardened Steel

His Toolbox:

• Sienna-hued work vest
• A broad belt looped around his hips
• Copper buckle jingling
• Clipboard tucked in one pocket
• Pocketknife in the other

I was transfixed as I watched him saunter past me and disappear around the corner. I trembled with a hunger that had no end, so I followed him, tracing each step. With each intake of breath I felt a tension tangible enough to touch, like the rush of electricity between, both of us aching for each other’s embrace.

My longing only grew as I watched him reach into that spacious, orange-tinted toolbox. He hastily shoved his clipboard in one pocket and pulled a copper-covered pocketknife out of the other. He slowly shifted his hips, the broad belt on his waist looped in an inescapable draw; a force amplifying the beast within our heart. The air turned from the slightest whimper to a dominant cry as I finally had him in my sights.

3. An Ode to Slippery Ecstasy

Biting Through Muscles for Pleasure

My hands plunge into his furrowed brow as our bodies collapse together in a slick flurry. The heat of his skin radiates through my fingers as I grab onto his strong back, muscles taut and corded beneath my hands. I move my hands down, nails biting through the curves and crevices of his taut body until I reach the hearty heft of his thick rods. The shafts are sturdy and teasing my skin, heights of pleasure electrifying each nerve as I consume them eagerly, shifting back and forth between ravaging and tender strokes. His breaths break through wry exhales, moaning his agreement as I savor the taste of our frenzied love.

We surge together, movements fluid and masterful, our flesh an electrical current sparking in chaotic clashes. I worship him in my art, setting ablaze his passions with each shift of my fingers and primal stroking. His desperate tremors become my bounty, an unearthly desire that guides me forward as I sculpt him within each wave of pleasure. His rigging frenzy of newfound enjoyment succumbs to the craftsmanship with which I make him quiver, ramming deep within his quakes of persistent desire.

4. Reveling in the Masterful Artistry

Kneeling Astride

• I ascended the handyman’s strong frame, his muscular arms and broad shoulders a perfect pedestal for my chiseled body.
• Sitting atop of him, I met his gaze with my own, smirking downward. I loved knowing that he would obey my every command.
• The bulge in his tight shorts stirred against my bare bottom and I leaned in to plant a hard kiss upon his lips.

Exploring the Toys

• Ever so slowly I trailed my fingertips across his neck, then down his hard chest and ripped abs.
• He shuddered in anticipation of where my hands would wander next as I peeled open his shorts and dug my digits deep into the tool belt.
• The tight leather and hard metal felt cold against my skin, yet I welcomed the wickedness that began to course through my veins.
• Deliberately I plucked out his screwdriver and hammer, each one of them a representation of how I’d take him until neither of us could take anymore.

Concluding Remarks

After that night there wasn’t a shadow of a doubt in my mind; I was going to get more uses out of this handyman’s tools than he ever could have anticipated. His combination of skill and enthusiasm touched something deep, deep inside me and I knew that no matter what the future might hold, I’d never forget the moment I finally felt complete and fulfilled in the arms of this expressive and embracing handyman. He left me feeling renewed and energized, and wanting more and more of him. Every time I get into my bed and close my eyes I can still smell his sweat, hear his grunts, feel his hungry hands ravaging my body, and all I can think is: I am alive.