I’m feeling pulled taut.
nude
James Deen: The answer to my mother’s insistence that I just find myself a nice Jewish boy.
Eaten alive.
After spending two months in a rainforest climate, I am not used to the heat at all. This brief experience of “summer” would be so much better if it involved a room full of fans. And topless women.
Packing. Or something vaguely resembling it.
Oh, God. You have no idea. The whole break-in gone wrong thing just really gets me.
And she doesn’t know who He is.
She belongs to him. Every inch. Every breath. Every sigh. His.
Sometimes, the back and forth feels a bit one-sided. I’ll play, if only for the sake of the game we’ve built up. But, you’ll have to let me serve once in a while. It’s only fair.
Tonight, my friend from high school threw a barbecue. I saw some people I hadn’t seen in years, others that I had seen last week. It was a nice, cool evening and we sat around outside, shooting the breeze and sipping beers until the bugs started to bite.
At one point, I was talking to a guy who I hadn’t seen in quite a while. He said he had just come from work. I asked what he did and he responded that he was now a massage therapist. When I tried to strike up conversation about the life of a masseuse, he corrected me that this was usually the term, at least within the business, for someone who gave happy endings instead of loosened up muscles. Oops.
Feeling like it would be a nice gesture, I decided to make an appointment with him. I tend to store all my stress between my shoulder-blades and, while I’m pretty relaxed right now, I know it’s still tighter in there than it should be. So, I made the appointment and he, out of nowhere, whips out the lotion and starts doing something to my left leg. For the next ten minutes, I hobbled around as one leg was significantly “looser” than the other. Everyone around us was pretty amused.
Later on, I asked him what I was supposed to wear, to which he responded, “um, clothing you’d be comfortable taking off?"
"I’m going to be naked?” I asked in an awkward lull in other conversations. Suddenly, people were looking at me. I felt myself blush.
“Um,” he was clearly getting just as uncomfortable, “I mean, that’s usually how it goes.”
I nodded and chuckled nervously. I’d known this guy since I was ten and the whole concept was somewhere between way too awkward and incredibly hilarious to me. I realized that I would be comfortable with a complete stranger than someone who I knew, even though I was sure he wouldn’t try anything. However, I managed to respond, “I mean, just as long as you don’t touch me anywhere.”
“That’s kind of going to be hard,” he said. I cocked a brow and he quickly added, “because you’re kind of paying me to touch you, I mean.”
This should be interesting.