Quality time at home
When you come home groggy from work, a bouquet of fragrant black roses awaits you in the hallway. It smells like food and… is that bath foam??? You put it down and come into the kitchen, where I’m tinkering on the stove.
The moment I notice you, I drop everything, wash my hands and give you a big hug to say hello. A respectful kiss on the forehead follows. „Nice that you’re back. Are you hungry? There’s pasta with fried porcini mushrooms and crayfish, followed by a hot bath for the busy lady of the house. If you work hard, you have to rest hard… So, have a seat, tell me about your day and let me serve you.”
We eat in peace, talk about our experiences of the day and laugh a lot. When you’ve eaten, I clear up, stand behind you and massage you with gentle strength neck, shoulders and arms. Then I grab your hair with my fingertips and massage your head. You lean back enjoying it and let me do it
While you talk the strains of the day off your soul, I listen carefully, ask questions every now and then, and serve the food. You get your plate first. It looks like a noble Italian and smells appetizingly of fresh ingredients. You watch me handling my plate and discover a pasta machine, a dough stick and lots of things that haven’t been in your kitchen before.
Then I’ll sit down at your table and offer you a glass of goodness chilled Italian white wine, or water from a carafe on the table filled with lemon peel, mint and cucumber peel. I’ll pour the drink of your choice into the right glass – and you’ll notice that the whole table looks like it’s in a restaurant…
Water glass and wine glass aligned with the knife, a white cloth serviette broken into a fan, candle, the water carafe , white wine in a table cooler, candles… I enjoy the look on your face as you explore it all with your eyes. Then I wish you a good appetite.
After a while I move your chair, give you my hand to get up and take you into the bedroom. There I slowly begin to undress you. With my gaze firmly fixed on your eyes, I get rid of your clothes piece by piece until you are completely naked in front of me. I admire your young, breathtaking body from top to bottom, let my fingertips glide over your skin, barely noticeable. When I get to your stomach, I take you in my arms from the side. You put your arms around my neck and hug me.
So I carry you into the bathroom, where a sea of tea lights and thick tampen candles are already glowing and the bathtub with a huge head of foam is waiting for you. I slowly lower you into this tub. Then I take off my shirt and kneel next to the tub, grab a large sponge, dip it in your water and start washing you with sensitive movements. I start at the neck, let the pleasantly hot water run down on you again and again. Then the shoulders, the décolleté, the arms… Everything with gentle massaging movements. The foam smells of roses, water lilies and subtle vanilla. The water vapor rises around you and you sit back and relax to enjoy my work. Now I wash your breasts. I also massage her gently, even the nipples are meticulously washed
Then the belly and the legs. With moderate pressure, I move the sponge in straight lines from the ankle up the leg to the crotch. You can clearly feel how good it is for your muscles. A pleasant tingling sensation spreads.
Then I bend you forward so that your back can also be washed. I massage it much more vigorously than the legs or arms, but make sure that all movements go towards the heart. As soon as your back is finished, I first take your right hand out of the water and massage from the middle of the palm outwards. Arriving at the edge, I take each finger individually with thumb and forefinger and gently knead them. I do the same with my left hand. Now I’ll grab the shower head and turn on the water, test the temperature and as soon as it’s right I’ll tilt your head back and rinse your beautiful long hair. Then, of course, a shampoo comes, which I skillfully work in for you, and then knead the head thoroughly again.
All the while I enjoy the sight of that Aphrodite in the bath foam and how you enjoy being washed off the working day. At some point it is time to rinse out the shampoo again. Again, I skillfully brush your hair backwards, then I press out the water and twist a bun on the top of your head, whereupon a towel is wrapped around it like a turban. So I put you down again, kiss your forehead and go to the foot of the tub, where I vigorously knead the soles of your feet one after the other with my thumbs. Only then do I drain the water and lift you out of the tub onto a huge bath towel that is wrapped around your body so that it is cuddly warm. You sit on the edge of the tub like in a cocoon and I rub you dry with well-dosed force. Then I’ll get a black silk dressing gown, put it on you, and carry you to the bed, where I’ll bring you your glass with the rest of the drink, and sit next to you on the bed, vis-à-vis, and let the evening go like that end…