Coming To

It took a while, but Kelly finally picked himself up off the floor, trying to understand why he felt so disoriented. Perhaps it was it the multiple orgasms he had experienced during the massage. Was that what sex was like for women? If so, how was it that they weren't begging for sex at all hours of the day?

Then again, maybe it the fact that he couldn't remember whether his name was Kelly or Kelli?

As he steadied himself on the massage table, he felt a lingering sensation in his body, the pleasure from the silicone butt-plug still echoing through his bones. He dropped the plug onto the floor and stood up, feeling a soreness in his ass that was not unpleasant. What was happening to him? He had never been this sexually aroused before, never craved such intense stimulation. He had used the silicone implement without a second thought, something that would have never been considered before! Was it the sensitizer gel that had made him lose control like this?

Kelly (Kelli?) grabbed the towel provided to clean up and wiped the sperm off his body. Large globs on his chest, his neck, his face, even one in his hair, wiped nicely, but much of it had dried on his skin, leaving a sticky residue. The smell of the drying cum filled his nostrils, making his stomach turn a bit, but he couldn't deny the thrill that still lingered in his body. The sensitizer gel had left his skin tingling and his nerves humming with pleasure.

As he donned the seafoam-colored robe, Kelli (yes, that was it, Kelli! He was sure of it!) felt the soft material of the robe caress his sensitive skin, sending shivers of pleasure up his spine. He was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to function at all with the level of stimulation he had experienced during his massage, but the effect of the sensitizer gel had started to wear off. Not entirely, but enough for Kelli to think a bit more clearly.

The hallway outside the spa was empty, and since Spirit hadn't given him any instructions on how he should spend his time, Kelly decided to explore. He needed to find somewhere to clean up before he could do anything else, though. It was one thing to be alone in a spa wearing nothing but a seafoam robe and dried spunk, but another thing to be wandering around a resort island in that state.

As he wandered down the hallway, he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation building inside him. The soft fabric of the robe brushed against his skin with every step, sending little shivers of pleasure through his body. He felt like he was in a dream, a place where anything was possible, a place where he could let go of all his inhibitions and explore the depths of his desires.

The first thing he had to do, though, was to clean up. Wandering around wearing nothing but a seafoam robe and dried spunk was one thing, but doing it in a public place? In a place where he hoped to get lucky?! Try explaining that to a girl you were trying to pick up!