Lil' Rub Down

not going to lie. I’m a bit nervous today. And I don’t know why but something about this fills me with Anxiety. And, like the best kind of anxiety. Every one of our get togethers over the past few weeks has really just been in the moment. But this one hits different.

August is practicing massage therapy and she’s asked me to be a guinea pig for her flow. And… I want to help her. But I feel a little selfish doing it. Given where our minds have been together I’m not sure what to expect.

After all we have been through, partners we’ve had together, impromptu audiences watching us… All of which I have absolutely loved…. Now I am nervous.

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My palms are even a little sweaty as I approach her studio door. God. Am I even dressed right? I’m in black lounge pants, (kind of like the ones that I wore on the beach a couple of weeks ago) and a lose white t shirt, sandals and a hat. Fuck, I’m wearing a hat. When I take that off for the treatment I’m going to have messy hair. August is always so fucking perfect. I always try to be so buttoned up around her… But I guess my task is to be helpless and let her do her thing.

Today isn’t about me, this is about her. Her flow. Her practice

I make a fist and knock on the door to her studio. And the 10 seconds it took her to answer the door felt like 10 minutes. I could not wait. Crawling out of my skin would be a good way to describe it. My senses are heightened in every single way.

I hear her hand touch the doorhandle and then the sounds of the mechanics clicking and sliding and the catch in the door releases and the door swings open. The air inside the studio hits me first. It is cool, compared to the vapid warm and almost humid outside air. A smell of honey, spring and wildflowers hits my senses first. As the light from outside floods her room, there she is. Right hand on the handle. Her left hip popped out just a little. Blonde hair slightly curled and draping over her tanned shoulders and hiding the ink on her arms.

The sunlight from outside reflects on her plump lips. Glossed in a pastel pink and shimmering. Almost mesmerizing. She knows that despite all her assets that her lips are what I love and I’m just going to imagine that she took extra time to gloss them up just for me.

And just as I’m getting lost in my imagination