Crawl into Bed With Sara York

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton? Has to be cotton. It's just way too hot where we are for silk. I also don't think I could get used to silk since I've slept on cotton my entire life. 

 What are you wearing? Maybe that should stay a secret...But no, I'm wearing a t-shirt and that's all.


What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight? No snacks in bed, sorry I'm a no crumbs in bed kind of girl.


If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find? Bras, panties, scarfs and books. You'll also find earplugs too and a few batteries.


Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night? I kick all the sheets off unless it's super cold. I love sleeping in the cold.
Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up? Oh yes. I don't mind keeping my bed partner warm. And we can do other things to make the cold night hot. I love to snuggle close and keep my lover warm.


 What are we reading?  Working It Out
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Website - http://sarayork.com
Blog - http://sarayork.blogspot.com

Excerpt:
A massage, seriously, why had he suggested that? Already his dick was anticipating his hands touching Jake’s body. It’s just a massage. I’ve done this thousands of times.  

“Take off what you feel comfortable with.” Lance couldn’t look at Jake as he placed clean sheets on the table and threw an extra blanket over the end. “I’ll be back in a few. Head down first then we’ll do some front work if needed.” 

Lance stepped into the hall and squatted, breathing deeply as he tried to concentrate on the basic anatomical process of massage. This was nothing. He’d worked as a therapist for years, never once having sex with any of the guys he’d worked on. 

But none of them made your body heat and your dick hard like this guy. 

Shit, he was screwed. He blocked all emotion from his thoughts. He couldn’t think about how great he’d feel to be touched by another man. Wouldn’t think about the way his heart clenched in his chest when he looked in Jake’s eyes. No feelings, this is work. 

Lance stood and knocked on the door. “You ready?” 

“I’m good.” Jake’s muffled voice sounded through the door. 

Lance opened the door, ignoring the massage bed and the man on it. His hands shook 
as he pulled a bottle of massage lotion from under the sink. He warmed the lotion, taking 
longer than needed. Finally he focused his attention on Jake, and had to stop himself from 
groaning. Lance would bet that Jake hadn’t kept a stitch of clothing on with the way the sheet was hanging over his ass. 

Lance cleared his throat. “I’m going to start on your back then work around. You don’t have anywhere to be later?”

“No, I’m all yours.” 

If only that were true. Lance’s heart stalled. He slid his hands up Jake’s back. Muscles bunched and puckered under his firm pressure. There were knots upon knots. “You get massaged often?” 

“No.” Jake’s answer was terse, almost angry. 

“You should.” 

“I used to, but haven’t in a few months.” 

Lance spread more lotion over Jake’s shoulders, pushing with firm pressure. He imagined what it would be like to touch those muscles while being inside Jake. Shit, stop thinking that way.