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Ah! The Bliss!

It is truly a feeling of Bliss...a kind of a bliss that is so divine. The touch of the skin, the pulling and rubbing...nerves tingling! The wait is over, the moment is now. And you want the pressure to rise, the pleasure to rise. The throbbing temples lets the blood rush through us, and yet the tingling sensations remains at the back of our neck. The warmth of the movement, the sensation that sweeps over us, the muscles relax and then tense again, but the Bliss continues.

Harder the finger dig into your hair, more and more we want this feeling of bliss. And then at last after 30mins of what seemed never ending, comes to a stop. Ah! the dizzying feeling. You never want it to stop. But the a head massage can only last that long. It takes away the week's stress. Ah! the Bliss. Reluctantly, we go back to feeling stressed and overworked. But the dream of encountering the bliss again the next weekend, keeps us relaxed :)

What were you thinking?

Comments

Unknown said…
ummmmmmmm......a massage when you're feeling tired is ever soooo orgasmic...very well defined
Rika said…
hmm very true...the post lets others think about some naughty things at first until we come to the part 'bout head massage...it does take us to a bliss...nice post...

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