I've gotten full-body sensual massages since my younger days. It began with an interest in relieving the tension and stress afflicting my neck, shoulders, and back due to the type of sedentary work I do as an illustrator all day long. Being a lonely single guy, I felt that the sexual release was a bonus. Being completely naked, the thrill of exhibitionism was yet another appealing factor. After a soothing, relaxing rubdown (often with warm oils) by an attractive woman in a darkened room filled with soft New Age music, being asked to flip over onto my back was always a delightful moment. Keeping my eyes closed in fun anticipation, I enjoyed feeling the woman's hands massage up my legs, closer and closer to my groin. A deliberately "accidental" brush across my privates would summon the slow and steady growth of my erection. Then, the better masseuses would make that dramatic pause before dripping the warm oil over my penis, to be followed by the pleasant shock of her stranger's hand taking a gentle and shameless hold of my penis. Slowly, methodically, she would begin masturbating me, and in the middle of that professional and therapeutic atmosphere, it was suddenly sexual. Sometimes a mutual touch is allowed. But there's something more satisfyingly perverted to just remain completely submissive and acquiescent as a female stranger plays with my dick. I like that it has all the trappings of being a semi-medical procedure. In some ways, it's better than seeing an actual sex worker.
The masseuse I've been seeing recently, a slender, very attractive white woman with a house full of cats, is a trained tantric healer who does full-body rubs on the side because they're far more lucrative. From the first session, I noticed how she concentrated on the area of the buttocks, and my coccyx. Unlike most other masseuses I've patronized, Marilyn dared to let her fingers stray straight down into my butt-crack, as if in passing. She would massage down my legs and up my back, but she always returned to the region of my anus. While I did enjoy this, on my second visit, I pointedly asked about it, and whether it was just something she did as part of stimulating all her clients, or if she actually derived some kinky thrills on a personal level. Her blushing told me all I needed to know. So, the next time she slid her fingers into my crack, I allowed myself to react by gyrating my hips, and raising an inch or two off the massage table. At one point, I reached my own hands back to stretch my butt-cheeks apart, fully exposing my anus to her. Sure enough, her middle finger came probing. I encouraged her by pushing on the back of her knuckle until she fully inserted. It felt wonderful. The next time I visited, Marilyn remembered, and she needed no coaxing anymore. When she was almost ready to have me flip over, she boosted the stimulation by voluntarily digging her finger all the way up my asshole, finger-fucking me as I raised my bottom up off the table, and with her other hand, she reached under to milk my erection like a cow's udder. It was incredible. My climaxes tend to be quite powerful, and long-lasting. As my body continues to convulse for several minutes, Marilyn informed me that I was very fortunate to be so sensitive, and in touch with my kundalini.
