The Agony and the Ecstacy

Fandango

73904F3D-7A36-4D5B-A5A2-AD0D8889E7D9The cacophony of the street sounds exacerbated the intensity of my migraine. I continued along the urban road until I finally reached the sanctuary of my home. Once inside, I prayed that the agony inside my head would subside and that I would finally achieve some relief.

You were waiting for me and immediately sensed my suffering. “Sit down,” you said. “I will summon up some magic with my fingers.” I did as you instructed and slowly lowered myself into my favorite easy chair. You positioned yourself behind me told me to close my eyes and think of nothing. And then, in your special, sensual way, you began the massage.

It was ecstacy.

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11 thoughts on “The Agony and the Ecstacy”

  2. James August 18, 2018 / 11:37 am

    She certainly looks…interesting. That said, several members of my family are prone to migraines and the only thing that seems to help them is going to sleep someplace where it’s quiet and dark.

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    • Fandango August 18, 2018 / 12:36 pm

      I don’t get migraines per se, but I occasionally get auras in the corners of my eyes and I’ve been told that those are precursors to migraines. When I get them, I take two Advils and sit quietly with my eyes close. Eventually the auras disappear.

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