The way to my heart...

...is not through my stomach, but through touch.

I realize this everytime someone touches me in a delicate, affectionate way.

Even if it is just for a second, knowing that the touch came from someone who cares for me deeply, all my worries and aches will soon disappear.

My boyfriend is a gifted healer. Just one touch by him and my mind is suddenly filled with pictures of serenity, happiness, and carefree atmosphere.

He is also my favorite masseur.

But...

...sometimes he uses this knowledge to his own advantage.

I book him for a massage and he collects his "payment" first before finally giving me that highly orgasmic massage I just oh so love.

Good thing we both benefit from it, so we don't get mad about not getting what we want - I -massage, he - sex.