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A short nap and awake to give a massage. Massage is one of the greatest pleasures that I am privilieged to have. I never grow tired and I always, every time, am excited. Before I begin and generally when I am warming either the cream or oil in my hands, I gaze up and down your body. I look at it in the kind of detail only someone that thinks it could be the last time would employ. I know it isn't my last time and it is always reminiscient of the first time....~s~
I don't ever want to miss a spot.
I run my hands across her shoulders from side to side, just a light touch. I can feel each muscle, each bone and the flesh that protects them. I feel the contour of her body, I have memorised every inch of her. If I were to lose my sight, I would still see her quite clearly.
The style of massage doesn't matter, one thing is always the same; I have focused all my love and bright energy on her. I feel each section of myself as I open up and then wider still. I feel her relax and feel her own energy begin to race freely inside her. When I have connected, I feel her inside me too. It makes me smile and my skin tingle and my nipples become so rock solid like petrified wood... ~chuckles to self--what an analogy~
Those dimples, the two in her lower back. I often drip the oil on each so i can see the shallow pool and then dip the tip of my finger in the oil and run a line up her spine and down past her coccyx along the the crack of her ass and brush her perinium before beginning again at least once or twice more. She groans as she relaxes and her body relaxes just a little more. I smile and apply more pressure again concentrating on her shoulders. I have only just begun really. Knelt behind her between her legs, I start at either side of her neck, across her shoulders, down her outstretched arms, biceps, elbows and forearms, I am out stretched as well. Contracting my stomach and pc muscles ~g~ I pull back along the same plain with the same pressure and arrive at the spot I began. Again and again until the oil has soaked in.
To the back, down either side of the spine and over each ass cheek. God I love them. The shape is never lost, the tender fullness of her ass. She clenches and stretches and then I dig deeper, with more pressure. We begin to dance. Never intentional, but always natural. Before I can even realise what has happened, the massage is deeper and I concetrate on each muscle, each section. Ah but her feet have been neglected, she thinks i have forgotten her legs. How could I? they are so strong and yet her ass and thighs a picturesque representation of a woman that is dreamt of by many, some of whom don't even know her.
There is a part of her that will always be a Goddess, though at rest. It is no longer necessary for the Goddess to be in the spotlight, however, her presence is never forgotten, her power always resonates through it all. Behind The Master is the strength/wisdom of the Mistress Goddess--- Mother/Crone and the Greatest Woman of my day, in my life. Before it is all over, I will see a person of extremes become equally as great on both sides of her own divining line. A Master/God and Mistress/Goddess of equal proportions. I will be there whenever she needs/wants me, I will be there beside her, at her feet when she is done and has need only to preside over all she has accomplished and built. I will smile then as deeply and as proudly as I do now. When I am connected to her as I am when I massage her, I have visions such as these that play in my mind's eye which are so real I know they are glimpses of what can be. They are like Tarot Cards.
But I digress:
As others...