The massage table is ready. The oil and the room are warm.
She will arrive in 15 minutes, but I have plenty of time to gather my energies.
I close my eyes and start to breathe deeply. When the time comes, Kundalini will have to do its part. Pleasure depends on it, but nature will take its course.
Inhale, exhale… I ground myself and draw strength from the earth.
Inhale, exhale… I bring the vital fluid up high until I feel it in my head. Today it takes a little longer.
When she lays naked on the table and closes her eyes, she will be like all the others but unique at the same time. Perfect as nature intended, whether she is 25 or 50 years old, with a lean or soft physique.
I put my hands on my heart while mentally reviewing the movements. I will spread the oil before starting, so I don’t have to think about it anymore. The body will be shiny under the candlelight and slippery under my touch.
I will continue incessantly with this breath, while taking care of her. It will become our breath, because even if she probably won’t notice, the rhythm of the air synchronizes between us when the dance begins.
Strong on the feet, intense on the legs and glutes, gentle on the belly… even though the most sensitive parts are those that many other massages overlook, those that even during the heat of passion most partners forget.
The hand plows decisively between the breasts, caresses the sternum, and kisses the mound of Venus; it delicately wraps around the inner thigh, brushing against the labia majora and ending its journey on the hips.
I briefly open my eyes. Is the chair close enough? I cannot stand when I dedicate myself to her pleasure, because that is a never-ending moment, to which I will devote all the time that is needed. There, heaven and earth meet for an infinite moment.
When the shivers and tremors subside, I will rest my wrists for a moment and wipe my forehead. After washing my hands and bringing the oil cup closer, I will massage her face and head for the last few minutes. Almost no one does it, but that is the part I prefer.
The background music brings me back to reality. And it will do the same for her when, after 90 minutes, I whisper softly, “we’re done.” But before she fully awakens, I will cover her body with the towel and let her rest for another five minutes before getting dressed.
What was that noise?