by
Black Opal
Here at mid-life, having survived a handful of long-term relationships, I've learned to love the independence of being single. I do what I want, when I want. I eat, sleep, dress, decorate, and travel to suit myself. The only thing I miss is being touched.

Meaningless sex holds no appeal for me, so I've taken to getting monthly massages to satiate my "touch hunger." When my masseuse of many years retired, I asked around for referrals, planning to try several people before settling on one. At the time of my search, I ran across an ad in the local lesbian publication for a massage therapist billing herself as a "Caribbean Priestess," whose approach to massage was "exorcising demons of tension." Did she mean that literally?! It made me laugh and I called to schedule an appointment.

The Priestess introduced herself as Corina, speaking to me with a thick Jamaican accent. She said she worked from home where the energies were pure, surrounded by shrines to her Orishas and Loas, but added that she would travel to me if I so desired. I said I'd prefer that, at least the first time... (to retain SOME sense of familiarity)! We arranged for a time that was open-ended... she said she couldn't predict in advance the extent of my "possession." Oh my.

I tried to imagine what Corina looked like based on her voice, which was deep and somewhat commanding. She spoke slowly, with powerful presence, and I preferred her tone to the perky "aim-to-please" voices I'd heard from some of the others I'd interviewed.

When Corina arrived with her table and supplies, I was not entirely surprised by her size. She was at least six feet tall, big-boned, and she appeared mysteriously ageless, though I guessed her age to be between 50 and 60. Her skin was quite dark. It's hard to explain, but she seemed masculine and motherly all at the same time... despite her outfit, which was neither.

Her hair, her large breasts, and her hips were tightly wrapped in 3 matching pieces of fabric. It had a bright yellow background, with a pattern of tropical birds and plants in colors of red, green, and black. She wore a necklace of cherry-sized wooden red beads. Her long feet appeared comfortable in well-worn sandals.

I welcomed Corina into my living room where she methodically set up her table and draped it with cotton sheets; they had a pattern of olive-green reeds and grasses. She directed me to undress and climb under the topsheet. (Most massage therapists leave the room at this point to offer their clients some privacy!) But Corina did not break her stride, seemingly entranced as she positioned and lit candles around her work area.

Safely ensconced on the table, my face now resting in the cradle, I felt vulnerable in my nakedness but somehow secure, enjoying the feel of the cool sheet against my backside. Corina was not one for chitchat, but did explain she was turning on a fan to keep her cool while she worked. The gentle breeze rippled my sheet and caressed the back of my neck. Corina turned on a tape or CD player, and the sound of distant drumbeats filled my consciousness. A fragrant mixture of scents began to emanate from her candles... intoxicating magnolia, smooth sandalwood, sweet honeysuckle, potent citrus that smelled of oranges and limes.

Without a word she pulled the topsheet down and rested it at the bottom edge of my behind, a bit further than modesty would call for. I heard her slapping her hands together with lotion that smelled of coconut and banana. It was slippery and thick, allowing her large hands to glide over my skin with ease. She performed a strong back massage while speaking quiet words I could not understand, as if she really were casting out demons residing in my tight muscles!

She spent a great deal of time on my tailbone... I could feel energy unlocking and releasing. She then began a kneading motion on my buttocks with her strong fists. Her motion rocked me on the table and I found the oscillating pressure sexually stimulating. I was pleasantly surprised by a series of small orgasms, and hoped she didn't hear my tiny moans, but she did. "Feel free to cry out, child, as the demons escape you..." I immediately became silent and tensed up, feeling caught in the act. But Corina commanded, "Relax and release... open up wide... don't give the demons any places to hide..." Gee, a poet too.

The massage was wonderful, transporting me to some other world. I imagined myself lying on an isolated beach on some Caribbean Island. As Corina began to stroke the back of my legs, I imagined her hands to be waves of turquoise water washing over my naked body. I surrendered myself to the sea. Sigh...

Corina shifted her attention to my feet. I was so relaxed now that I groaned freely as she ground her knuckles into various pressure points for what seemed like days. Then she asked me to turn over, underneath my sheet, and she proceeded to work on the front of my legs. Like other massage therapists, she exposed only the leg she was working on. Unlike other massage therapists, she did not hesitate to dig into the creases where my thighs met my labia. Her circular motions tugged on my lips and thus my clitoris; I could feel myself becoming wet. I imagined I would soak through the sheet, exposing my arousal, but by this point I didn't really care... the pleasure was so intense.

Corina moved to my arms and my hands, digging in to my palms with her knuckles as she spoke under her breath in what sounded like a divine language. I was in a meditative state... didn't know who I was anymore, didn't know who she was. I could have been in heaven, my physical body being anointed and appreciated by a troupe of angels.

The drumbeats seemed to intensify as she stood behind my head and began gripping my skull, slowly moving to the muscles and bones of my face. When she planted one hand firmly on my forehead, I peeked up at her and saw that her other hand was reaching for the sky. She cried out, and I swear I saw a flash of light enter her outstretched hand and pass through her into me! I experienced a bright charge in my brain that resulted in waves of well-being pulsing down through my body and out through my toes. Good grief!

I was beyond the point of questioning what spiritual dimensions Corina brought to her massages. I really didn't know if I could survive this every month! It felt more like a "once-in-a-lifetime" experience... a baptism by fire, an initiation into a secret society, or an abduction by aliens.

The drumbeats subsided and Corina gently massaged my shoulders. This is where a massage often ends and I sensed she was winding down, but her long fingers began to creep closer and closer to my breasts, actually tugging on them as she massaged my chest muscles. "There are demons here..." she whispered. My eyes popped open; her eyes were closed. I found it odd that I didn't object as her probing hands moved lower and began to rhythmically manipulate my breasts as if searching for something.

The weird thing is, I never experienced Corina as inappropriate or "sexual" with me. She had the stature and decorum of a Goddess... her beauty was that of a giant tree, hundreds or thousands of years old. Who was I, a mere mortal, to question her? I felt blessed by her visitation as she squeezed my nipples. Twinges of sensation echoed in my clitoris. Erotic, yes... but the pressure of her fingers felt perfectly natural, like rays of sunshine caressing a hillside.

Her fingers danced a bit longer, manipulating my nipples as the heels of her palms sunk into my breasts and rotated them gently. She sighed with relief. I wondered, mission accomplished? Evidently not, because she slathered her hands with more lotion. She slid them over my belly and down to my thighs, moving the sheet down right along with them. Her thumbs lightly brushed across my genitals. The squeezing motion of her hands on my inner thighs tugged stimulated my clitoris again; I felt my arousal mounting.

Once again, I peeked up at Corina. Because of her long arms, she was able to stand behind my head and still reach below my waist... but I noticed that with every stretch, her breasts came closer to falling out of their wrap. I found myself hoping that they would. I intently willed them to, and grew excited wondering what they would look like.

Wishes do come true... Corina's wrap fell away and her mams came tumbling free. They slapped against my face. From this angle, their size and shape reminded me of two footballs. Large dark nipples dangled from the ends, and my lips longed to wrap around one! Suddenly, an impulse beyond my control drove me to grasp one with my mouth and I began to suckle desperately until the breast swung out of reach. Corina hypnotically continued her work, giving no acknowledgment of the fact that my tongue was lapping at her swinging breasts.

Now, Priestess Corina slowly stood up. I closed my eyes tight with the logic of a toddler playing peekaboo... if I couldn't see her, she couldn't see me... if I squeezed my mouth shut, it wouldn't be found guilty. She whispered into my ear, "Lie still, child... there is yet a demon to be set free." I moved not a muscle as she walked to the end of the table.

"Scoot closer to me now..." With her hands on my hips, she guided me to move my bottom to the edge of the table until my lower legs were hanging off the end. She removed the last of the sheet and gently spread my legs apart. She uttered, "The demon may not emerge without special prayers, but the ceremony needn't concern you. Let your mind drift away... the struggle for victory lies between me and the demon."

I gulped, as Corina knelt at the end of the table. She began to rock and chant softly as her fingers parted my lips; she gently vibrated them as she tried to coax the demon out. If indeed he represented my tension, he felt awake now and growing stronger. Though he must've been hard of hearing because Corina moved her face closer. I could feel her lips and tongue brushing against my clitoris as she mumbled something.

She moved even closer, and her tongue began probing my lips with haphazard pressure, direction, and speed. I thought of the three motions an airplane can make as she pitched and she rolled and she yawed me. Especially pleasing were the times she hooked her tongue under one of my lips and held it off to the side, as if trying to open a passageway for the demon. When that didn't work, her tongue gently jack-hammered around my clitoris.

She raised her head and said "He is playing the trickster, but I do know his hiding place... lie very still." She entered my vagina with a long finger and slowly pulled it out. She entered again with two fingers and searched around inside me. When her exploratory fingers reached the back wall of my vagina, she began to massage at every angle, discovering hidden treasure, secret places of pleasure.

She pulled her two fingers out; they were sticky and wet. She entered again, only this time with three. Three fingers moved as one, pushing in and pulling out with a steady rhythm, then building to a more rigorous pace. I seriously thought I might pass out from an overdose of ecstasy.

The pounding hand of the Priestess sent vibrations throughout my pelvis. My clitoris throbbed. I could feel myself readying to overflow and spill, but I hung on... wanting to prolong the pleasure of this "genital massage." As Corina continued flying me to the stars with her hand, she returned her tongue to the very center of my being. She quickly circled round it, like a little race-car on a track, until I was buzzing with bliss.

Corina stopped to wet her soft full lips, which then found their way down around both sides of my swollen clit. With the most sensuous of kisses, she gently massaged it. I passed the point of no return, and enjoyed the sensation of knowing that cumming was now inevitable and beyond my control. I loved being overtaken by a power greater than myself.

Corina pressed her lips together, holding my clit hostage... she waggled it rapidly with her mouth. That was it. That was the end. I screamed guterally as I orgasmed like never before, which was probably due to the fact that I was completely relaxed from my full-body massage, as well as very turned-on by these unusual circumstances. I felt my contractions pulse around Corina's fingers, and almost did a sit-up as my abdominal muscles tightened. My thighs squeezed together around her neck, which signalled her to stop.

I loosened my grip from Corina's neck and collapsed to the table, completely spent and satisfied... I could die now. But it wasn't over. Corina stood and towered over me, gazing down at my mons. She placed a closed fist atop it, her middle knuckle astride my clitoris, and rapidly vibrated me to a follow-up orgasm. She slowed her movement to a pace where she was able to keep it going for a while. As the last aftershock faded away, I found myself sobbing with gratitude and release.

I must have spaced out or dozed off because when I opened my eyes, Corina was sitting quietly with her breast wrap restored and all of her equipment but the table packed away. As her gaze met mine, she nodded her head, over hands held in prayer position. "Namaste." "Namaste," I muttered back. "Please rise now and dress while I fold the table..." I left the room to don a robe and when I returned, Corina was standing in the doorway.

"Your body had granted asylum to many demons of tension, including one of the most powerful I've ever encountered, but you now have been exorcised, purified, and blessed. I thank you for letting me be of service." Corina turned and disappeared into the night. I assumed she'd be sending the bill.

The End

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