That’s it. I’m addicted to the LadyBird Treatment. Cupping is the most effective fix to a bad back. While post-therapy feels great, the massage itself is almost orgasmic.
I must admit that a lot of the goodness comes from those strong hands of the male masseuse. It must be those big warm palms pushing into the naked skin. Or how his breathes feel against the skin when he pulls my body towards his to crack a joint. Or perhaps when he climbs over my body and shift his entire body weight over your back, squeezing every breath out of the lungs.
The pain inflicted your muscles feel so good that is almost masochistic. With every rub, and every push, the knots in my shoulders and my back slowly loosen. I can feel the entrapped “air” slowly disintegrate. The stiffness slowly ebbs away. It feels so good, I couldn’t keep from letting a little moan escape from between my lips.
Gosh, I sound like I have been greatly deprived of sex. Perhaps, deprioved of Mark.
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