Pleasure and Pain

His name is Anthony. We don't see each other very often. In fact, I can admit that I only see him when I've got physical needs. But lord have mercy, when I DO get to spend time with him, it's magic. Spine tingling magic.

He's tall and blond and muscular, about my age. He's grown a goatee since I last saw him. I like it. We make chit-chat while he stands behind me with his huge but gentle hands on my shoulders.

Anthony: It's been a while, hasn't it?
Me: Yeah, I thought I could stay away for a while, but I can't seem to.
Anthony: So, how are you?
Me: Pretty good. Things are going well at work, nothing new to report.
Anthony: Well, you want to get down to business?
Me: I thought you'd never ask.

He always starts gently. A soft touch here and there. But then he gets rough pretty fast. I love it. He loves to put me in different positions and test my limits of pain and pleasure. Some on my back, some on my side. Mostly, though, on my stomach with my face pressed hard into the pillow.

To my surprise, today he ends gently, but abruptly, before I've had to chance to get everything I needed from him. My longing for his touch at its peak. With his hands all over my face and neck, completely in tune with my body, he tells me I've had enough for the day, and to come back next week for more. Disappointed, but tingling with pleasure, I agree. Next time, he says, we'll get out the electrodes. Mmmmm.

I just LOVE my chiropractor.