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Liz the massage therapist has, if not Holy Hands, at least Blessed ones. It was an amazing massage. I was pain free all night, oh joy of joy. Still some tightness and pain this morning, but there's some serious tightass shit in my neck and shoulder. She has offered me a good deal on two massages a month at a lower rate and I'm knocking the budget around to see if I can swing it.
The pain free night yielded a sweet dividend, a swell sex dream wherein I was watching a movie on a little tv with one of my favorite actors in it; the movie was bad and my honey was playing a bad guy, but was still so cute, so I liberated him from the movie and got him nice and realtime-solid in a bedroom, then liberated him from the lame character's tight clothes and it was all just wonderful from there. Warm and intimate and lots of skin and, yup, the sex. Kind of sex dream you wake up from all warm and melty and languid-happy.
The pain free night yielded a sweet dividend, a swell sex dream wherein I was watching a movie on a little tv with one of my favorite actors in it; the movie was bad and my honey was playing a bad guy, but was still so cute, so I liberated him from the movie and got him nice and realtime-solid in a bedroom, then liberated him from the lame character's tight clothes and it was all just wonderful from there. Warm and intimate and lots of skin and, yup, the sex. Kind of sex dream you wake up from all warm and melty and languid-happy.
