Still woozy ...
Yesterday afternoon I had the incredible pleasure of being at the mercy (and the amazing hands) of my gorgeous yoga teacher who wanted to "experiment" with some new Thai Yoga massage techniques and I got to be her guinea pig (oink, oink). I was both excited and nervous and had such a giddy school-girl conversation with my best buddy, B, prior to going there -- mostly because I've had such a crush on my yoga teacher and have posted about the fact that she is Demi Moore on her BEST day. So... I arrive to the studio and she gives me her usual bear hug embrace, complete with a smooch on the lips (I love that she's a straight gal and not afraid to kiss a dyke right on the lips --- versus the typical "air kiss" off to the side of the face, which makes me nuts and feel like a lesbo-leper!) Then, she proceeds to say "Alright darlin', get naked and face down on the table and I'll be right in" Not even in my best fantasy have I had that line said to me .... I'm dyin .... So, of course, I comply and there's this incredibly tranquil music playing and the room is low lit and she then comes in and I don't say a word, and she says very little other than her instructing me to do my meditative breathing, like we do in yoga class, and this great line "I can't wait to massage your tattoos!" (I'm melting) and then she proceeds. This type of massage, if you've never experienced it, is really intense -- lot of pulling and tugging and deep tissue massage using not just the hands but other parts of the body (I felt her knee at the back of me at one point and thought she was gonna hop on and ride me -- yeehaw !!!) Her hands are completely amazing and she is doing the breathing too and at some points we're in the same rhythmic pattern and it was dizzying and surreal and beautiful and I couldn't believe what a sensual yet deeply spritual experience it was. The wild part for me was having my buttocks massaged (unbelievable) and even my lower pelvic area when I was face up -- it was the most free-ing experience and I cannot even describe how I felt afterwards, only to say that she said to me, once I was dressed, "look in the mirror, you look totally different and so at peace" and when I looked at myself, it was beyond even the after-glow that appears when you've had amazing sex, it was pretty incredible.
She told me that she'd like to "do it again" (yeah, baby) in a couple of weeks -- what's a girl to do ? No arm twisting needed here!