Body Worship Massage

 

Very few men can truly ignore their dicks when giving a woman’s body what it needs from a massage (hint: NOT dick). I’ve had the pleasure of knowing a true giver with phenomenal hands for about ten years. However, I hadn’t seen him since I moved to Florida — until this Tuesday. I happily got in my car and drove 130 miles to spend an evening having every inch of my body oiled up, massaged, and utterly adored.

Body Worship: Make Sure It’s All About Me

I started face-down on a twin bed and he warmed the oil with his hands before stroking my shoulders and back for a good 20 minutes. He remembered everything about what I like – slow and gentle to start, deeper as it goes on, plenty of attention to my hips, ass, and legs with a little extra for a sore shoulder. You don’t need to be a trained masseur to get this right, you just need to pay attention to the woman – her breathing, her shifting, etc – and not your damn dick. When you’re thinking about how beautiful my body is and all the things you want to do to it, it shows, and that is…less than ideal.

How Body Worship Becomes Pussy Worship

So after all that talk above about keeping your dick out of a body worship massage, you were probably starting to think there wouldn’t be a happy ending. Wrong! He knows that the moment I turn over, he is to use those magic hands to give me orgasm after orgasm until either I say stop or he develops carpal tunnel syndrome (yes, I’ve put it to him exactly like that). Am I tempted to jump on that nice 7″ dick of his? Sure…maybe someday…of course I’ve been dangling that carrot for a decade already, heh.

Keep it sassy!
– Claire –