There are massage shops…and there are massage shops. There are even so-called yoni massages where, according to friends “they just ringer you off as quickly as they can.” But Claire, who was suspiciously quiet during this discussion, got me on my own afterwards and pressed a card into my hand.
It gave the contact details of a yoni massage. I thought about it, and put the card away, coming across it now and then and wondering about whether or not I should…or even wanted to.
Well of course I did! What a surprise. The girl I met…..you know, I honestly could not age her. She could have been 14 or 40! The room….candle-lit, and absolutely perfect temperature and humidity. I can’t even describe what I’m talking about. The air in the room just seemed to fold itself around me like a warm, velvet glow.
She gave me a silk dressing gown that came to my mid-thigh, and asked me to ‘disrobe’ as she put it, and then lay on the floor. Hot stones were placed on me for a while, followed by the insertion of acupuncture needles. My nipples received one each, as did my navel, and my clit! I couldn’t believe it when she did that! Then she slipped off her gown, and began singing to me softly. I was told to close my eyes, but they were already feeling heavy. My ears were locked firmly on the sound of her voice, but soon, my nose told me she was kneeling over my face.
I’ve smelled this before. No, I don’t mean vagina….i mean a certain type of vagina. The last time I smelled anything as light…as barely any scent at all….like this was at school. This was like emergent sex….the scent of a young girl. I so wanted to taste her, but I resisted the temptation to bury my tongue in her wetness.
Hands. Hands expertly removing the needles, and as each one came out, I felt myself aroused…on a slope of arousal that would reach its peak who knows where? As she touched me I kept on getting aroused, higher and higher. It seemed to take an age before she finally arrived between my legs, and the insertion of two of her fingers inside me also took forever. This was tantric, ice-age slow. No vigorous fingering that I enjoy so much….no thrusting…..just a fullness of her fingers. The tiniest movement sending me higher and higher. I actually began to ache for something in my bum. I couldn’t tell her of course. I was long past the power of speech.
And yet, somehow, she knew! She absolutely knew. I felt a finger pressing against my secret hole as if asking permission to enter. Then another. I have never had two fingers in my bum before. Oh I’ve been arse-fucked, but this was 1000 time more erotic.
Now, I began to worry. Oh, I would cum…and soon….but I knew it would be messy. Very, very messy! Biblically messy. I wished I had warned her before that I squirt heavily sometimes, and that in extremis, I can simultaneously piss too. Embarrassment coming, I guessed.
And yet, somehow, she knew. She had moved (without me knowing) and was between kneeling between my legs now as she worked her magic. She had felt the sudden tension flow through me and at the absolutely perfect volume, not quite a whisper, not quite spoken, she said, “No worry. All good.” Her thumb grazed my clit which, thanks to its needle, (now removed) had reached a level of sensitivity I couldn’t begin to describe. A boy fingered me once, many moons ago. And he thought fingering a girl meant just that…..pushing a finger up her and not moving at all. I realised that right now, she had two fingers deep in my vagina and two in my bum and was barely moving, and yet my arousal was in vertical climb mode.
I went way past where I would normally have cum, and was still climbing!
Finally, the orgasm crashed over me like a wave on a surfer’s beach. It tore me apart….rolled over and through ever cell in my body….and it just kept going! I couldn’t tell you how long I orgasmed for. Time ceased to exist for me, but she eked out the very last vestiges of what was, without any doubt whatsoever, the biggest cum of my life!
Squirted? Peed? What do you think? Of course I did…and both in great abundance! I still, however, found I couldn’t open my eyes yet. So the feeling of warm water being sprinkled on me came as a surprise. Miss Brain thought I was being treated to a golden shower, but she was wrong. I was simply being given the gentlest, most soothing wash I’ve ever enjoyed. A divine-smelling soap, warm - perfect temperature, actually - water, and only then did I realise this room had a wet room floor. She dried me and had me put on a luxurious thick robe. Then she lay me down again and lay on me. We just snuggled together for ages. I fell asleep. Satisfied like never before.
When I left the place, I realised I’d been in there four hours! But I’d left more than a crushing orgasm behind me. I’d left some baggage too…some deep worries that I’d buried. I felt incredibly light and care free.
This isn’t something that you need to do monthly, or even yearly. A massage of this…..intensity…..is soul-cleansing as well as physically incredible.
She told me that I should drink plenty of fluids, and that I shouldn’t be surprised if I needed to masturbate a lot today and tomorrow.
Well, it’s a tough job….but someone has to do it!
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