The Agony and the Ecstacy

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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