Hot! Hot! Hot

This, after Stroke Improvement Class two weeks ago:

Christina - "Are we going in the hot tub?"

Jess - "Are you kidding? That's the best part of the night!"

So off we went, easing into a corner, and letting the jets and hot water loosen everything. As we relaxed, we talked - and one by one, we shared our fantasies.

Gil's fantasy is sleek, and very responsive. Though her clothes shimmer and she wears silver on the outside, underneath she favors black. When he stretches out over her and she responds to his wishes, she can really, really move. Beauty and performance do not come cheaply - but he's pretty sure she's the one, and he's been saving up and says he's willing to pay what it will take to own her.

Jess confessed that knew what she wanted - and that she had gone out and got it! Her needs were, shall we say, "specialized".

Mike admitted that years of pounding had worn out one of his "parts". He thought he could get someone to help him rehab it, that it would feel better and be a little easier than doing it by himself the old way. But she told him that he needed go faster, and work "harder" - and then she made him stand up! (Gil admitted he had tried it once - but he wasn't sure it was meeting his needs, wasn't sure he was getting into the right "zone.")

Speaking of zones, Christina takes a more "asian" approach - she prefers doing it rhythmically, over a protracted period of time, to reach a feeling of "Zen". Sometimes, she admitted, she will practice the art for four hours!

Mike told us that he, too, was attracted to the "asian style", but that he was considering a different kind of "discipline"

Several of us were familiar with the arcane language and postures of a different pursuit, one that encourages you to leave one in front until the other catches up, that encourages you to find your own "sweet spot", that teaches the benefits of powerful hip rotation. Jess pointed out that the technique is very technical. Although none of us had sought the help of a professional, Jess did have two videos, and I had two books to help us learn. (I ordered my "aids" through the mail - discretely. I don't know how Jess got hers.) I lent one of my books to Kelly, but before she could get through it, her husband confiscated it and read it cover to cover - I guess he wants to improve his technique, which is already superior (Don't ask!). We all agreed that to get really good at it, we needed to become totally immersed.

Me? I admit that after two years of indulging in the more traditional activities , I am a little intrigued by the thought of about crossing over. But I am not so sure I can get into the "Hurts So Good" thing.

Nope - the idea that's been slowly twisting in the recesses of my mind lately involves a penguin and LSD. Pretty kinky, huh? Could take me a whole year to work that one out!