The Kinks

I went to a networking mixer with one of my good friends. It was something along the lines of a new designer put together a mix, massage, and mingle event. It was nice. The designer had some nice pieces to offer and the crowd was full of people from all over this great city. We did our thing working the room and talking to everybody, ensuring not a person left without A. our business cards and B. having spoken with us briefly.

“I’m going to make sure our names are on the list for the complimentary massage,” Jessie informed me.

“Okay girl. No problem!” I said. I was never one to say no to a massage, much less a free one.

Still working our magic in the room, we got into an interesting and entertaining conversation with Linda, the associate editor of Femme Fatale magazine, a publication for the free spirited female entrepreneur. She was one of those people that commanded attention. When she started a conversation, you couldn’t help but to listen and interact. Our conversation started with something as minute as the strawberries on the fruit platter, but somehow we traveled to topics including being independent vs. being interdependent…

“You know most women don’t actually know the difference. They are so strung out on this notion of being ‘independent’ that they neglect to realize that it is the reason they are single." When you find yourself in a relationship, the term ‘independent’ doesn’t exist because you have to rely so heavily on your mate. Thus making you inter-dependent,” She expressed.

Jessie and I were so intrigued by the concept because we literally walked into the event discussing the topic.

Our conversation was on a roadtrip to various topics. We made a stop to the sexually free discussion when Linda asked us what it means to be sexually free or liberated.

“So ladies, let me pose this question to you. What does it mean to you to be sexually liberated?” She asked.

“Well, to be sexually liberated means that you have to be sexually open minded as well. You have to free your mind of what society wants you to think is sexy or taboo and what you morally think is sexy or taboo.But the problem lies in how society has us so conformed we can’t differentiate our morals from theirs,” Jessie, Ms. Sexually Liberated, expressed.

“I can agree with you but in order to be sexually liberated you do have to break down the societal walls…and I can honestly say that I have yet to break down much in that department. What about you Linda?” I asked.

“Well ladies, to me to be sexually liberated means taking responsibility for your sexuality and knowing what you like vs. what society wants you to like. I fully agree with Jessie in her definition of sexual liberation. When I started my journey in exploring the concept, I took many adventures. My adventures include men, women, and those in between and I am not afraid to admit that. But in order for me to be comfortable with the concept I, myself, had to explore it on my own,” stated Linda.

We agreed with her. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to take the plunge in sexual exploration but I had definitely given it some thought before. I agreed with myself that if the opportunity presented itself, that I would be open minded in researching it.

“Jessie Hernandez? The masseuse is ready for you,” said the hostess.

“Well, ladies. I have to go enjoy being rubbed down. Try not to miss me too much,” Jessie said with sass as she walked away.

“So Ms. Linda, how did you come up with the idea for Femme Fatale Magazine?” I asked.

“Well, Femme Fatale started as an online blog about 5 years ago,” she began.

“I was in my journalism class and our senior project was to create a new publication not before seen. My idea was to create a magazine geared towards women, 21-55, that wasn't about fashion or beauty or the like, but catered to the woman of the 21st century, the female entrepreneur,” she stated.

“I definitely got an A on the project, but I didn’t want to just leave it as some project that I did in college and decided to turn it into an online blog. I was lucky because when I started it, it was before blogs got really popular. It became successful being that I had the chance to interview some remarkable women and had other great women contribute. After it ran through its course of being a blog, I took the funding I received from the blog and with the help of some notable friends and associates it became the magazine you see today,” she said, a smile of accomplishment riddled on her face.

I was so enamored with this woman and hearing the story of how one of the greatest and truest magazines came to fruition made me want to fall in love with her. I get so inspired by women who work hard to ensure that their dreams are realized. I am even more inspired when they do it mostly by themselves.

“Oh. My. God. Win. That was the BEST mini massage that I have EVER experienced in my life. Girl, I damn near had an orgasm right there in the chair,” Jessie embellished.

“Ha Ha! That must’ve been one helluva massage! I can’t wait to get mine.” I stated to her excitedly.

“Girl, they have the mood already ready for you before you even get in there. They have the lights low, candles light, soft music, aromatherapy going. And then when they speak to you it sounds ‘Just. Like. This.’” Jessie said making her voice soft and soothing.

“Oh my goodness it was magical,” she gushed.

“Winnie Adams? The masseuse is ready for you,” the hostess called.

I was elated. After listening to Jessie go on and on about how wonderful the massage was and how magical the ambience was, I was running to get to the massage room to experience it for myself.

“You’ll be in room 3, right here to the left. The masseuse will enter in about a minute. Just get comfortable and relax,” the hostess told me as she ushered me to my room.

I entered the room, Jessie was right. The room was light by candle light creating a sensual glow around the room. Soft music was playing. It wasn’t quite jazz, but it definitely had a calming melody. The room smelled like lavender and rose oil. My senses were in over drive. I couldn’t wait until the masseuse made his grand entrance.

I took off my coat and set my purse down on the available table next to the massage chair. I placed myself on the waiting massage chair and got comfortable. I heard a knock on the door and someone entered in.

The masseuse entered in exactly one minute, just like the hostess said he would.

“Good evening. I’ll be your masseuse this evening. I want you to clear your mind and let the world go,” said a female voice.

I wasn’t all that comfortable with having feminine hands on my body, but it was a free massage and Jessie said that it was magical. So I gave her a try. I let my mind be clear and tried my best to relax.

“I’m going to get some chamomile and lavender oil for your massage today. It will help you to relax and open your senses,” she said, “Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.”

I relax into the chair and allow my senses to be taken away by the candles, the music, the oils, and the experience.

She starts by gently massaging my neck, providing pressure in all the right spots. I carry most of my stress in my neck; everything that she is doing makes me moan a little to myself.

“Is the pressure okay? Do you want me to go harder or softer?” she asks with her soft voice.

“No, no. The pressure is perfect, please don’t stop,” I say to her, mouth dry.

Her sweet sensual touches move lower to my back. Although I am sitting in a chair, she is making me feel as if I’m lying naked on a beach with a warm air passing over me. Her touches are like foreplay for me right now.

It feels like when you are lying in bed and you are kissing your partner with the utmost passion. The heat from the attraction that you both harness makes you hot from the bottom of your soul. You are so inebriated by the endorphins that to have sex with this person would send you clear over the edge. I’m pretty sure I’m not gay, but she is making me want to experience that hidden side of me right now.

My body is so turned on by her. I lose myself.

Her touches get harder and deeper into my body. The pressure builds from deep within me. She travels lower to my hips. I moan silently to myself…or at least I think I’m moaning silently. She has to know what she is doing to me. She has to know that her fingers are magical. I have to have her for my own. I feel so addicted to her right now.

She massages my hips.

I’m sure she can hear my moans and whimpers.

She increases her pressure.