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The What first struck me is the smell of eucalyptus emanating from his hands while passing me on the face very light, barely skimming. Arrivano the hair, the fingers you mix, can you pull back. I covered my eyes with a bandage that has the same balsamic scent, he tells me not to try to look at, let my body to feel what happens. Gate the image of the walls of blond wood, blue candles all around, and instead I feel the smell and warmth, that blends with the background music, a feeling of general well-being.
slowly, taking care of gestures to do with taste as the wait, moves the cloth that covers me, and begins to caress her legs, one at a time starting from the feet and going up to the groin, and mix with scent of lavender eucalyptus that I have on my face.
I decide not to indulge at all the movements, to let me move like a rag doll.
I feel that moves, changes its position, but does not remove your hands from me. He does not want me to miss the contact. Trailing a caress with one hand while the other covers me with a towel, her fingers go up my skin when I discovered the breast and belly, and begin to explore an inch at a time as if they were creating a map of my body, as if they were interrogating me while learning. I
wheel, without discovering never completely, with almost never speak, except to admire the tattoo that stands on my back, and again, relentless, hypnotic touch of his game. I think if you told me to take the smallest share, I would not be able, are in a kind of torpor, and lie in complete confidence.
me reeling again, I completely covers up to his chin, and I along with long strokes across the cloth. Then I lifted her up, hands me a cup of tepid ginger and sugar knows, and tells me "I'm going to wash my hands, take the time you need."

Ah, no I told you that I started a course of massage?

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Looking at the calendar I see that as nothing came Beltane.
and remain as a bit 'confused, wondering where it is done all the time that has elapsed.
What happened to all small signs of spring every year I keep an eye day after day?

Less than three weeks ago have been blocked by snow.
I still golf in the closet of wool, corduroy pants, the coats.
I removed the socks (believing him a great chance) yesterday for the first time.
Until a few days ago it was always bad weather, and often cold.
Certainly the office does not help. Filled with yellow lights and even a window, I often do not even realize what time of day, let alone the season.
During lunch break if I go out to do some errands I spend all the time in stores, otherwise I find a quiet corner to read.
the morning I go out early and the air is still crisp, ditto when I get home. I use the weekend to rest and if I go out, go out at night.

In all this I noticed the buds and flowers in the garden, the elevation of temperature in the middle of the day, the sun's always a little 'brighter with each passing day. Spring
forgot to warn me. Or maybe it's that his messages have been misled, the fact is that I have not heard it coming, and has the effect of a secret party when you turn on the lights and all shout "surprise!"

I have not prepared anything for Beltane. No garlands of flowers, no scented candles, no piles of spices.
But I made an appointment with the masseuse, and put the first sandal season and just walk out of the box all the colorful clothes and linen skirts. Will take care of my flowers and ask their pardon for not having noticed how they were changing.

Meanwhile, five minutes will go down to the park with only a tank top, sunglasses, my book and a towel to lie on the grass.
Just to catch up on some 'time lost.

Courtesy of Natalie Dee