Mobile in home service.
Nothing beats having a release in the comfort of home. Now this is very anecdotal and I wish you were here in NE Oklahoma to try him. Such caring hands he possesses.
He wasn’t what I expected. No loud tense energy. No theatrical displays. Just a modest, formal introduction, like we’d agreed not to make a thing of it.
I was able to have a glass and a few stimulating puffs. Eucalyptus embracing lavender danced in the air, taking the entire room over. Candles were placed and lit. I had the playlist set. Both active in the background.
He respectfully asked about my medical history. He checked my posture with quiet precision—finding where my body had been holding tension like a secret. And when he turned away, the room was mine to finish undressing and lie down. His voice guided me onto the table with calm, practiced instructions.
A humble man. Mysterious aura. Few words. But the moment his hands began—I understood why he didn’t waste words. The stress loosened first. Then something deeper followed. Half asleep, I was humming and moaning happily.
The words landed like a spell. I moved—facing up this time—still half-dazed, still trying to catch up to my own feelings. His grin was silent, pleased, as though he already knew what I was about to admit without ever saying it.
He glanced at me and asked, almost gently, if I’d been sexually frustrated lately.
I in return responded with, “what gave me away?”
Laughter began to drown out D’Angelo asking “How does it feel?”.
Soon after I finished the rest of my mimosa and puff, he started with my feet, and then slowly traced his way upward, each adjustment sending small tremors through me.
“ May I try different techniques?” he said softly. “I’m not fully satisfied… and I can tell you’re close.”
His eyes locked with mine,seeking reassurance, so I unwrapped the sheet from my body. He began to knead me like I was dough on the counter ready to turn it into a delicious loaf of bread. Ugh when his gloves were beginning to glisten in the purple lighting, I uttered the words, “Rub it like a rabbits foot, please?” And when he finally shifted into that deeper rhythm, my body answered instantly. The world went quiet at the edges. Sheets felt heavier. My breath shaking. I shivered like something inside me had been released. Like I’d been holding a weight I didn’t even realize was mine to carry..
To be understood and cared for is to be restored.