I was back in the car and travelling home. My head felt clear and I was so relaxed and pretty stretched, it felt like an intense gym work out. My mind was one place trying to get to grips with the experience, it was dream like.
Something jerked me back to reality, it was the heady scent of the massage oil. Bloody hell I thought, I need to get back home and scrub this off me before my wife comes home. The traffic was heavy and about half an hour away from home my mobile rang.
It was my wife "where are you" she said.
"About 30 minutes from home" I replied.
"Oh looks like you will beat me home" she said.
Turning the corner into our street, I noticed her car was not yet back. I flew around the house, showering, getting rid of any item of clothing that smelled of oils. i was convinced it was still strong enough to smell a mile away.
Anyway, I made it, no harm done. Strangely I feel totally guilt free and somehow more in touch with myself. More powerful somehow, its weird.
I think it has helped me to be more in touch with my wife's sexuality and less scared of male sexuality. A sort of cathartic liberation.
The thing is. She was right. Once you have tasted that strange fruit I think I will need to try it again, at least once more
