Massages

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I’ve never had a professional one, but looking to book one next week. What is the best route for a first timer? Hot stones worth it?

[tree_]

Hot stones worth it?

is this lingo for male testicles?

[spike]

Where’s PhatJ?

[dad]

never done hot stones, but i always ask them to focus on problem areas: neck, lower back.

don't go the deshaun watson route.

[spike]

Are you worried about getting a boner?

[tommy]

A professional massage is great. Very relaxing. Just make sure you drink plenty of water afterwards.

[spike]

A professional massage is great. Very relaxing. Just make sure you drink plenty of water afterwards.

to rehydrate after all the ejaculating?

[doug rr]

my wife and I go about 2x a month...for me its always just hands and feet for an hour

[wease]

I’ve never had a professional one, but looking to book one next week. What is the best route for a first timer? Hot stones worth it?

Yes. Hot stones is worth it.

I’m way overdue for one.

[dad]

A professional massage is great. Very relaxing. Just make sure you drink plenty of water afterwards.

to rehydrate after all the ejaculating?

it's very important to replenish after losing bodily fluids.

[spike]

A professional massage is great. Very relaxing. Just make sure you drink plenty of water afterwards.

to rehydrate after all the ejaculating?

it's very important to replenish after losing bodily fluids.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[spike]

what are your needs, lenny?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

what are your needs, lenny?

I just made a reservation for a regular hour full body.

I don’t really have specific areas I think need special attention. Just feels like I have an overall tenseness.

[Higgs]

I've never done hot stones but I would suggest bumping from 60 to 90 minutes if you can. The extra 30 minutes is well worth it in my experience.

I too am due for a massage - thanks for the reminder!

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I've never done hot stones but I would suggest bumping from 60 to 90 minutes if you can. The extra 30 minutes is well worth it in my experience.

I too am due for a massage - thanks for the reminder!

Wire me the extra money

[E.H. Ruddock]

What is the guy's name that is massaging you lenny?

[spike]

carl

[dad]

1. Make sure you eat something agreeable so you don't fart.

when did this happen to you?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.