The New Sensual Massage

"Oh, you're in for a treat," I informed my Relentless Tease. "We get to review this for Sex-Kitten."

I held up a book: The New Sensual Massage by Gordon Inkeles.
We started with a warm room, a cushioned pallet on the floor, soft music and incense. I warmed some oil in the microwave. The New Sensual Massage recommends vegetable oil, but I couldn't bring myself to rub cooking oil into my lover's skin. Instead I picked up some scented massage oil from the local erotic toy store.

"You have to be naked," I said, returning from the kitchen to find him sprawled out in his sexy blue boxer briefs. I opened the book and pointed to the cheesy 1970's porn-style pictures of naked men and women massaging each other into rapturous bliss.

"The guys aren't naked," he said.

"Yes they are, look." But for some reason, the pictures in the book showed pussy and breast a-plenty, but nary a penis showed its bald little head. The men, while naked, all posed in ways to discreetly conceal their genitals. I didn't have time to reflect upon that interesting discovery; my man was waiting to be rubbed.

To receive the full pleasure of his New Sensual Massage, the Tease shed his Jockeys and eagerly lay face down to await my magic touch that would transport him to another dimension or would, at least, make him really horny.

The massage starts at the shoulders, works down the back, over the perfectly rounded buttocks, along the thighs to the calves, and down to the ankles, feet and toes. Once my hands touched his body, I must maintain contact until the massage was over.

The book covers the Master Strokes of circulation, kneading, friction, compression, passive exercise, and percussion.

"Ow!" the Tease groaned. "What are you doing?"

"I'm kneading you."

"You're needing me?" He lifted his head and regarded me with a raised eyebrow and his charming, dimpled smile.

"Not yet, silly."

The book led us through special techniques designed to make each part of the body feel good, including the hands, feet, buttocks, scalp and face.
The Relentless Tease has the softest feet I've ever touched, much too soft to be a man's feet. As I rubbed them, I let my eyes travel over the familiar contours of his lovely relaxed body. Now it was time for him to turn over and let me massage up the front of him. I tugged on his toe and whispered, "Turn over now, babe."

He did and I saw that his face wore an expression of purest pleasure. Nothing, not even a blowjob, pleases a man more than having a woman's undivided attention on his naked body from head to toe.

Part Three covers Erotic Massage, to awaken sensually deprived parts of the body. "Your toes have a right to an erotic experience; so does your scalp." Needless to say, his toes got an erotic experience, but I didn't make it all the way back up the front part of his body to his scalp. I encountered one very distracting obstacle along the way. Maybe the Tease will get his big ol' knobby head rubbed next time.