One sensual day

I spent one glorious afternoon and evening with Austin last week.

I want to blog about it so that I can record every last detail.  And I don’t want to blog it so that it will only live on privately in the memories of Austin and myself. So I will blog a little, but let the details remain in my and Austin’s memories.

We had drinks at a local watering hole and shared some fish tacos.  It was a hot day and I was feeling dehydrated and a little headachy.  I needed to hydrate and relax.  So we retired to Austin’s place.

It was cool and relaxing at Austin’s place.  I found myself lounging on his couch, chatting with him.  He asked it I thought he was leading me on.  I told him I just like to think of us as friends.  That I let go of my expectations with him.

He liked that answer and reminded me that we’re “friends” who have a pretty significant physical attraction.

Then he got up to shower.  When he came out in nothing but a towel, I almost died right there.

He looked so good.  So delicious.  I’m surprised I didn’t get off the couch, crawl across the floor, and beg him to give me the towel.

But I didn’t have to beg.  Because Austin was in a teasing mood.

What he did to me, I can tell you, nearly broke me.  But I’m invested in Austin’s vow of celibacy too.  So I restrained myself.

We migrated to Austin’s bedroom.  My dress first came halfway off, then all the way off as Austin gave me the most stimulating massage I’ve ever had.

It was hard to breathe and the feeling was amazing.

Austin kept asking me to do things and my head said, “You should ALWAYS say yes to Austin.”

So I did.  I said yes to everything he asked.

Yes, do that.  Yes, please.  Yes. Yes. Yes.

And what a ride he took me on.  I was amazed.  Stunned.  Enthralled.

The beauty of it was that it all felt very seamless.  Like drifting from one activity to another in a light haze of desire and sensuality.

I had an outstanding time with Austin.  Literally not a single thing I would change about the day except to say to Austin that he made my day, my week, and quite possibly my month and I am forever grateful for his company and friendship.

Wet vinyl beds and belly fat

WilshireSpa-9This post starts with a wet vinyl bed and ends with belly fat on my forehead.  What am I talking about?  I’m talking about the Korean spa… my most favorite place to go to get a scrub and a massage.

It’s a very basic treatment facility.  There’s little to no luxury but there are amazing treatments.  The body scrub in particular is amazing.  You start out lying naked spreadeagled on a wet vinyl bed.  A woman wearing a black bra and underwear throws buckets of warm water on you then starts to scrub you with her hands, covered in raw silk mitts.  It sounds crazy, but literally noodles of dead skin come off your body.

My technician this weekend was wearing a red bra and underwear.  She laughed at me a lot as I slipped and slid all over the vinyl bed.  Sometimes she would slap my ass or my thigh to get me to roll over.  There were times I was clutching the bed, desperate not to fall off.  I rotated like a rotisserie chicken on that bed until I’d been fully exfoliated twice.  Everything was exfoliated too.  This is a 100% naked treatment.  Not for those who blush easily.

After that, it was time for my massage.  My tech squirted baby oil all over me and proceeded to give me a very vigorous rub.  At one point, she was standing by my head and leaned over my body and I could feel her belly fat on my forehead.  When in Rome, you know….

I know it sounds a little odd.  I think perhaps you have to have a different cultural mindset than the standard “nudity-is-bad” American attitude.  Most of my friends swear they could never do this.  If I knew anyone who would go with me, I would take them.  The end result is glistening, gleaming, glowing, soft-as-a-baby’s-bottom skin and I for one, am sold.