Wow and wow…

I had the best massage last night, unlike any I have ever had before.

Post hot yoga, waiting for the adorable Cy to come find me for my deep tissue massage. I had changed into dry clothing, but did put a bra or  panties on, so I felt a bit uncomfortable standing there, sort of naked but not.

He comes out, we chat, he asks me what my problem is, I start to answer…

“Don’t answer.  That is not a question for me.”

Okay?

He then ask a series of strange question, my least favorite color, if I was an animal what kind of animal would I be, how do you breath?

Okay?

We get into his little room, ahhh such soothing aura–soft orange light, candles. He tells me to undress to my comfort level, get under the sheet face down and he will return momentarily. I stripped to nothing, and slid my still warmed from yoga, freshly waxed pussy under the sheet.

He came back–demonstrated for me how to breath, then said..

“I have something for you.”

He began to pour a mixture of oil– the smell fire and chocolate filled the room, it made me instantly melt to the table, to the floor.

His hands begin to work. His strength apparent with zero hesitation. I continue to concentrate on relaxing (is that possible?) and on answering (in my head) the questions he continues to ask, but  doesn’t want hear the answers to.

“what do you want  and how are you going to get it?”

Like I said–zero hesitation, his hand knead my ass, my thighs, for what seem like over and hour he bends, twists, compress every part of my body, it hurts and feels so right at the same time. He climbs all around me, on the table, laying on top of me, kneeling here and there, standing above me, he bends my legs up then sits on the bottom of my feet. Yeah right? It felt fucking amazing, while there his hand stretching across the landscape of my body stretching it beyond it’s capability and them some. He lifts me off the mattress, twisting me like a rag doll, left then right. My body creeks and pops in sweet agony and ecstasy. As he works my neck and shoulders his hands begin to work into my hair. He is like an animal he yanks my hair band out, and wraps  and tangles his fingers into my hair, pulling–tender and rough simultaneously. fuccckkkkk my pussy melts as he pulls on my hair into an animal tail, straightening my neck while doing so.

He works every part of my body, my feet, ankles, hands, fingers, toes, ass, thighs. Zero hesitation. It felt like we were having sex, if his cock entered me in anyway, anywhere it might have just been part of the massage, it would have just felt that natural. Of course, my mind drifted, many times, into him sliding his cock into my mouth into my pussy while he lay straddle on top of me.  His pendants,  beads and long dreadlocks  drag across my back sending electric waves through my body, his breath strong–appears to run the length of my spine filling me with his energy. His cock, I imagined  hard, massaged it’s way across my frame as an extension of his hands. Our bodies at times, tangled and entwined, but separate, still–body to healer.

I feel great release. I think we are done.

“are you ready to flip over?”

Fuck yeah I am!

When I turn it feels like a wave of fluid or absolution of my body comes out. I begin to laugh, the same exact laugh that I do when I have an amazing orgasm, uncontrollable, free, sexy, me. I can feel his smile

His hands begin their exploration of my lower body, stretching my legs and thighs, and hips. My joints rotating as his will. My body pops dynamic sparks with each pull and proliferation of my limbs. His palms so close to my full mound–now full of life, even my pussy is breathing.

He come close to my ear and whispers…

“I’ll give you a choice… A, B, or C?”

Silence no explanation.  I choose B. He moves to the top of the table, again an amazing hair pull massage, to my face, shoulders, breast bone, breasts, belly. His hand heavy on my belly like he is trying to understand me. I get flash in my mind of a traditional Art History concept of  Ram horns  equating to fallopian tubes, his hands seem to reach inside, feeling for my fallopian tubes, for my uterus. Pressing straightening, trying to somehow know me through my body. I know that sounds so strange, but that is what it felt like.

Again, what seems to be like hours he massage my front. His strong hands always coming so close to kneading my pussy, but not quite. My breast and belly are loving his hands. I tell him his hands are like fire. They seem to spark and heat my flesh at every point he touches. And I cannot believe I just said that.

As he finishes he hovers over me, breathing deeply and forcefully, placing his forehead to mine, and breaths. Rising he runs his hands across my body and pronounces..

“you are alive.”

He tells me to take my time, to come back to my body and that he will meet me out front.

And I feel it, I feel the same exact euphoria of having had great, hot connected sex and my body is relaxed, stretched and limber.

Stumbling back to reality, I breath, rise, and get dressed.

Out front he tells me I should seriously consider changing my name to Pink Rabbit, I give him a $20 tip and he gives me a giant bear of hug, too long, not letting go, followed by a kiss on the cheek.

Yes, I know it is–yoga, Cali, weird massage guy strangeness, but DAMN! that was the best massage ever!