Give me rubs.
My muscles are tense — tiny balled knots knuckling up in punchy fists along either side of my spine and down the backs of my legs, contracted into achy filaments… Read more »
Tag: Massage
Hmnh. Well, that was different.
He’s always game. It’s one of the things I like best about him. One of the reasons we are so compatible. Probably _the_ reason we’ve remained such good friends throughout… Read more »
A Matter Of Measurements
My spouse is the King of Random Questions. I should be used to it by now… * Straddling his backside, my knees hugged firmly to his hips, I smoothed shea… Read more »
Pain Slut
I once described my massage therapist (she’s actually a massage terrorist, if you want *my* opinion) as a ‘…blonde, Icelandic, dominatrix schoolmarm.’ Only without the whip and ruler. If you… Read more »