Once a month, I visit a man who has been giving me deeply relaxing and intimate massages for several years. There’s an undeniable connection between us, and it’s clear from the moment I arrive that he genuinely enjoys minding me. I lie on my back, and for the next hour, he touches me gently and attentively. Every part of my body is respected with care and intention, and it’s a profoundly comforting experience. As the session nears its end the tenderness of his touch guides me through a physical and emotional almighty juddering release. He whispers, “Thank You God” as the massage concludes with a massage of both of my heads. It’s something I look forward to every month.
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