I get a massage every so often. I work hard, I need them. I love my lady, she is nice but not so much so, she is strong and talented. We usually talk throughout. We have a lot in common and its like having a friend I pay to hurt me to make me feel better.. . like a dominatrix, but with less sex.
Which brings me to todays massage. I was in last week, in extreme pain. Today was a follow up for that last bit of tension throughout my whole body. We had talked the whole time last week, and so this week we just kinda sat in companionable silence. In the still I became aware of several things. Soft music, the sound of waves crashing against the rocks, warm flickering candles, fresh crisp sheets, the soothing smell of the oil, her warm hands skillfully sliding down my back.
Holy hell.
How come I never realized exactly how pretty she is, how fun, how sexy? More importantly why am I recognizing it right now? God I have great timing. All I can say is that at that moment I was extremely glad I was not a man.
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