The Massage

***please take the time to read the following short story...an adventure into bliss, accompanied by the Trip Hop Jazz sounds of the AFTER HOURS Vol 2...last call sessions.

Only Proceed with this when you have a good 20 minutes to relax, and allow the story to take you on a sensory journey, and hopefully a relaxed state

it's a long road***

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It had been a long, hard week at work. He was tired, cranky, actually pissed off with all the shit that was going down. Even though he had made plans to visit his lady friend, he wasn't really in the mood. He just wanted to go home, and be left the fuck alone to brood. But...he had said he would go...so

He finally arrives at her place after a long, irritating battle through Friday evening traffic, which just added to his tension, and foul mood.

“It's still not too late to ring and cancel”, he thinks, as he approaches her front door. But he decides to knock...”ah...what the heck”.

She greets him with a warm, soothing smile...immediately sensing his tension. She had detected it earlier that day when she had spoken with him, and had already been planning what she would do.

She invites him inside. The room feels warm, and ambient. There is a smell of food wafting through the air...mmmm...come to think of it, he had missed lunch...no wonder his head felt light.

She sits him down...and takes off his shoes. She says she'll be right back. He was still thinking about some of the conversations that had gone down during the course of the day...he was miles away. There was some background music playing.

She comes back with a tray...some home made nachos...ground beef, taco seasoning, diced tomatoes, plump red kidney beans, slow cooked to perfection. Accompanied by a freshly made guacamole...with onion, finely diced tomato, fresh squeeze of lime and finely chopped coriander...oops...don't forget the ground black pepper. Crisp oven warmed corn chips, piled with the slow cooked chili con carne, and grated cheese...grilled until bubbling. The final ingredient...the cool sour cream, and avocado dip...mmmmm Hits the spot. Served with an expertly shaken drink...just one to relax...he is starting to unwind a bit now. He takes in his surroundings, and starts to feel at ease.

She says...”don't get too comfortable just yet”...and leaves the room with a

“shouldn't be too long”.

He sits, and chills to the sounds...

With what felt like 20 minutes, she comes back, and beckons him to follow her

...to the bathroom. There he sees her tub, filled to the brim, shimmering, with a minerally, blue, ocean fresh smell, inviting him. She smiles, and begins to unbutton his shirt, followed by his trousers and socks...she says...”you get in, I'll be back”....

He tests the water with one foot...swirls it...ahhh... warm. He puts his other foot in, and very slowly submerges, and lays back into the water, sinking very slowly into the warmth. The salts beginning to do their magic, drawing out his surface tension. She comes back, wearing a emerald green slip and kneels on the mat beside him, gently sponging his forehead, neck, shoulders...letting the water do it's magic. Steaming, softening, cleansing his body. After a good long soak, she gives him a towel. He reluctantly gets out, and steps into the warm, fluffy towel. He didn't bring a change of clothes...but she tells him not to worry, smiles again, and asks him to once again follow her.

She leads him up some stairs into an attic style room...dimly lit with candles, hypnotic , trippy music, a warm comfortable temperature, and tells him to lay face down on some cushions scattered on a mat on the floor. She always had a supply of oils and potions for any occasion...for this one she chooses the cinnamon, sandalwood and orange. He is told he must lay still, and relax. She warms the oils in her hand, and lets it drip down his back. Her hands know exactly what to do.

She is straddling him, not too heavy, so she can work the length of his entire back...sweeping movements, firm, rhythmic, up, around his neck and shoulders, down to where she is sitting near his upper legs...repeating. She begins to tune in to his breathing, reactions and sound of his voice. She knows when she has found a knot, and applies a firmer more localized pressure. She uses her thumbs, in an alternate sweeping, kneading movement. She can feel the exact spot where his tension has manifested, and sets about to expertly work it out, applying pressure steadily, so as not to make him instinctively reflect from any uncomfortable sensations. Once he is used to the pressure, she uses the ball of her wrist, and using her body to aid in applying pressure she assertively moves the knot of tension away...it is a strange sensation...uncomfortable pressure that turns into a strange pleasure...until she sees him take a deep breath...and a sigh...of relief.

She continues to work her way slowly down his spine...all the grooves that support him during his waking hours...applying shiatsu pressure in a slow, steady rhythm...down his spine to the tail bone, back up to his neck and occipital region, repeating until she can sense his satisfaction and relief...

She moves herself off him, and places herself between his legs, admiring the colour and curvature of his well oiled back. Making sure to cause as little interruption to the flow, she continues to use steady, circular strokes on his lower back, building up the pressure, and relaxing it alternately, all the while moving down over his firm, muscular buttocks, which momentarily tense up from the sensation. But he soon relaxes, and lets her do her thing...firm, circular sweeping of her hand, up and over his glutes, and squeezing them in between. He is thinking to himself...”damn...I didn't know this could feel so good”...she knows what he is thinking by his pleasurable moaning response, and slight shift in his body weight distribution. She continues with the movement down the back of his legs...ticklish at first...but with consistent, firm pressure, that turns into deeper relaxation...down, to the back of his extremely hard, athletic calves...he didn't know just how much tension was stored there. Down to his feet...feet are full of nerve endings, and are the gateway to the rest of the body...the heels bear the brunt of his weight...so some work on the ankles and ball of his feet...moving over the plexus of nerves...ahhh.

She keeps one hand on his ankle... and calmly asks him to roll over onto his back. She doesn't break contact. She asks him to keep his eyes closed, and continue to concentrate on his breathing, and to stay fully present in his body...he manages to take a peek...looking up he sees there is a skylight, through which there is a clear black sky...if only he could fly.

She continues to work his feet...the arches, the pads, and each and every toe...in between the joints, back to the ankles, and continues back up to the calves. Bending the first knee, she grabs his muscles from behind, and works towards the front...first leg...then the second

deep breath

Moving slowly but firmly, she works the oils up past his knees, and onto his thighs...that feels good.

Keeping one hand on his solar plexus at all times, she moves beside him, and starting from his right shoulder, works his biceps, triceps, feeling their defined tone under her sensitive fingers, down his arm... slowly...she notices that he has a goose bump sensation running down his forearm. She moves down to his hand...holds it in hers and using her thumbs makes slow, circular movements in his palm...amazingly sensitive, but oh so good. She doesn't leave a single finger out, and squeezes the tension down and out of him...until his fingers are tingling. She then moves around to the other side, and repeats the same gentle slow movements...bliss.

She sits at the top of his head, places a pillow under it, and with the most gentle strokes, massages his forehead, temples, the top of his head with all 10 finger tips...goosebumps again... his cheeks ,nose and chin...her hands move past his face, and neck...she extends them down past his collar bone onto his pecs, using long, rhythmic, sweeping motion, rubbing in that potion, watching him slip deeper into relaxation. She is close enough to feel his breath on her chest, as she keeps her hands moving lower..

Keeping her now very warm, receptive healing hands on his solar plexus, she moves all the way down and places herself between his parted legs...shhhhh...keep your eyes CLOSED.

She continues to massage around his stomach, reaching behind him, and pulling his middle up towards her, and releasing him back down. Each time, he offers less and less resistance...

And takes a very deep breath...

Up until now...very few words have been spoken. Instead she relies on her intuitive form of communication. She opens her own healing channels to the abundant and endless source, allows it to flow through her, and down into her hands, offering a quiet healing, where his needs are being considered. No thoughts, no judgments, no interpretations...just allowing. No expectation...just preparation for what may surface.

So as not to transfer her own energy, or to absorb his, she asks the universe to let all manifested emotions, and pain flow back out, the same way they came, up and out, where they can be naturally transmuted into more useful energy, and then go where needed.

Without breaking contact, she very quietly removes her own clothing, to continue the next phase of his experience. SHHHHHH...don't speak. She soothingly tells him to lay still, continue to breath, and focus fully on his body.

Stay present, but do NOTHING. This is not about outcomes, this is about surrendering and receiving...

nothing else.

Still kneeling between his legs, she places a cushion under each of his now elevated knees, and makes sure he is comfortable. Her hands are tingling from the exchange of energy that has already taken place, and now she must concentrate on him, and him only...

Her hands glide up over his belly, onto his chest, collar bone, shoulders, back down over his nipples, over his sternum, down to his solar plexus, belly button and just below, where she repeats this sweeping movement until she can see he is very relaxed, and ready to move onto the next phase...

She is now looking into his eyes, and while holding his gaze, she places her left hand firmly, assertively, but very respectfully on his wand of light, and with her other hand continues to massage his upper thighs, extending her hand down into the inside of his leg, squeezing firmly, on and around the groin muscles...slowly relaxing the joints, hips and upper legs. She does the other side, keeping an eye on his comfort levels and breathing...

She pours extra and a sufficient amount of plain nut seed oil into her hand, warms it, and slowly lets it drip all over his wand, over his pubic bone, and down into his sacred spot...she very gently works the oil over the entire region, holding his wand in her hand, massaging it from top to base, with steady strokes, slow rubbing and squeezing, holding it, nurturing it. Her other hand gives lots of attention to his testicles, which are now contracting and responding to this feeling...

“keep breathing, and stay present, and focused on the sensations”

...her hand stays as long as it takes for him to absorb and appreciate this attention, and she knows when to move past, and continue down lower and into his most private place nestled between his parted legs, hidden from everyday view in it's constrictive neglect, and with the most gentle, respectful touch rubs this sacred place, the seat of his sexuality with such concentrated dedication...softly, slowly, rhythmically, not pausing or stopping, allowing him to take in this exquisite sensation...for as long as he likes...her other hand simultaneously rubbing his wand, to increase his pleasure... moving her hand up, and down, slowly, allowing his sensations to be fully appreciated, gently squeezing the tip of his wand between her fingers and hand, sending a sensory overload through his entire body, exploding through his energy channels, causing his entire body to momentarily and involuntarily contract with the pure pleasure of the sensations he is experiencing. She is keeping eye contact with him, reminding him to breath, and stay focused on her hands, the pleasure, and deep deep feelings coming from within him, now radiating to every part of him. She keeps doing this until she can see he has almost reached saturation...and backs off, to allow him to regain his senses, and to come back into his body, and to remain fully present. She is watching his face, his breathing, all the while sending him nothing but pure intentions, for his own pleasure and well being. 
She sees he has regained enough presence for her to continue, to stroke, once again his wand, this time with both hands, alternating, changing direction from up, up, up, to squeezing the extremely sensitive head, and stroking down down down.

No expectation, no need for him to do anything, but accept this gesture of trust...and to allow himself to express ANY vocalizations, thoughts, words, feelings, release, dissolve, break down, laugh, move, go with the flow...it's all ok...no outcomes in mind.

She continues this slow, sensuous massage, backing off each time he feels close to ejaculation, so as to allow him to engage even longer in the experience. She will only stop when he is ready for her to do so.

4...5.......6 times...

there is no need to rush...

After what feels like time has stood still, and she has been focusing on his pleasure and relaxation, for a time sufficient to him, she lets his body do what it has been building up to do, and this time, she doesn't back off. She runs her hands firmly and faster up and down the entire length of his shaft, his head, her fingers fitting like a glove around his thick hard throbbing wand...feeling it pulsate, now fully erect, his desire at an uncontrollable level, sending wave after wave of warm orgasmic, spine tingling pleasure...starting in his thighs, balls, shooting through him , radiating energy through him one final time, wave after wave...building up to an intensity he was not used to...he can't possibly hold back this time... his breathing is heavy, and rapid, he is unable to form any coherent words...but she knows that he is telling her to not stop...begging her to let him have this, and she obliges, and lets him build up for the final crescendo of the most intense pressure relief and orgasmic explosion of exquisite, mind blowing pleasure he has ever felt...you mustn't hold anything back...let it all out, until there is nothing left...except a full body sensation that is so indescribable, and extraordinary to ordinary physical perception...his boundaries have been altered and he can no longer remember where he is...other than floating...higher

She knows her work is done when she hears him speaking a language she doesn't understand, and he is unable to focus on anything of this earth... she covers him gently, and very quietly lays next to him, and lets him drift to where ever he needs to go...

it's a long road...there's no turning back

created 4th December 2010