Friday, January 22, 2010

Neck Cracking

Friday, January 22, 2010
I must have slept funny last night, because I woke up this morning feeling stiff in my neck.

"Not a problem," Simone said. "Lay down on your back and I'll take care of it."

"What, you're a chiropractor now or something?" I said.

"Just do what I say without any wise-ass remarks for a change."

Smirking, I lay down on the bed and waited for Simone to do her thing. She grasped my neck in her hands, and proceeded to move it around in a slow, circular motion. To say this was relaxing was an understatement -- it was absolutely heavenly.

"You have a lot of tension, that's for sure," Simone said. "Nothing I can't fix."

"You didn't answer my question, you know. Are you a chiropractor or not?"

"No, but my ex-fiance was. Relax -- I know what I'm doing."

Normally I would object, but Simone's impromptu session was so relaxing I couldn't muster the will to do so. She stopped moving my neck in a circular motion, and said she knew where the pressure was. After moving my neck to the side, she then flicked her wrist and my neck along with it, culminating in a loud, satisfying crack.

"Jesus Christ," I said. "With a crack that loud I'm surprised I'm still alive."

"We're not finished yet. One more..." She proceeded to do the same thing she'd done before -- move my neck to to the other side, this time the left, and then flick her wrist and release the tension in the joint. Perhaps I'm even more of a sadist than I previously thought, but hearing the crack was amazing.

"Thanks," I said. "I feel better--"

"Roll over onto your stomach." Her tone wasn't that of a request, but rather a demand. "You probably have a lot of tension in your back as well."

Being the submissive that I am, I did as she asked. The fact that Simone managed to crack my neck without killing me had earned my trust in all chiropractic matters. After planting my face down onto the pillow, Simone began to work my back. Again, this felt great.

Although I will say, when she mounted me from behind, I finally got an erection.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Yes," I answered, my voice somewhat muffled. "But just so you know, I've got a hard-on."

"Not surprising." She laid her hands onto my upper back, and told me to take a deep breath in then to push it out. I followed her orders, and after I exhaled she leaned in and pressed her weight against my back, which released all sorts of pops and cracks. I hadn't felt so good in months.

"All right," she said. "All done."

I flipped over without even thinking about it. I was wearing jeans, so it's not like my erection was that visible, but still, there was something going on down there. Simone hardly batted an eye -- makes sense, considering she's an escort like me. I'm willing to bet even traditional massage therapists and chiropractors aren't surprised to see an aroused male patient.

"I owe you," I said. "How about dinner?"

"Thanks, but I'm not that hungry."

"I am. You can just watch me eat if you like, or perhaps share a dessert."

She thought it over for a minute. "All right then, but I pick the restaurant. I'm very particular about my chocolate mousse cake."

And so we left my apartment and dined together. Now before anyone can ask, I'll repeat what I've said before: Simone and I have not slept together. Although by the end of next week, that very well might change. Stay tuned...
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