So full of fatigue and pain... tired and at the end of my rope. Hard week...No joy, no satisfaction only complaints, whines, immovable objects that I have to move.
I feel guilty being here, wasting time, indulging myself.
The darkened room, the cool clean sheets and non music low in the back ground. Drowning my thoughts..the nagging critical self talk.
I take the deepest breath and expell some of the residual day.
He enters, in a cloud of calm and confidence... He preps with one hand always lightly touching. He warms the oil in his palms and asks if I have any points that need extra focus.
My right shoulder...
And then he starts. Hands manipulating and delving deep into my souls pain.
He never stops touching me, all the while he methodically warms, releases and removes the stresses, the anxieties and insecurities of the week.
Continually touching...never leaving me without contact.
The pain may increase momentarily...and then he instructs me to breath and release the tension... and if I do as he has commanded, breath through and out the pain flees with the breath.
The warmth and flexibilty returns to my muscles. And then the relief floods me...
and I feel my pussy respond.
As my body finally releases and gives into the pleasure of just existing.
And now as he works my feet and calves... my lips swell and weep with the pleasure of existing.
And all of this has occurred, because of the caring, warming touch, from another human.
Life is now better...
And there is hope in the furure.
Tomorrow will be better as he removes the tension from my shoulders, neck, jaw... and runs his strong long fingers through my hair and across my brow... taking all my worries with them.
And it's easier to breath... to be.
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