I've just endured probably the most painful massage I've ever had. Usually if a massage gets a little painful I just screw up my face and mouth swear words within the secrecy of the face hole. I just accept the pain and tell myself that it's meant to hurt. Buck up, princess. Pain is gain. But today's pain was next level. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head at one point, and then out popped an unplanned, unrefined, "OWWW!". Quickly followed by a squeaky "it's a little bit hard" [read: I would rather be having a bikini wax]. I dunno, but I had to ask her twice to take the pressure down and I think it just spurred her on or something. Her elbow was her weapon of choice for most of the treatment. The most relaxing part was when she thumped the stuffing out of me. It truly was a happy ending. So when she asked me how it was, I said "Really good, thanks". I reckon while they're massaging they press some sneaky pressure points that connect to your brain and render you useless. But it's okay, guys, I'm sure it was good for me.
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