One of my favorite things to do is to give myself long massages. Catering to the attention glutton within, I spend a great deal of time on each muscle. Stretching. Vibrating. Kneading. After a couple of hours, I feel like self-appointed royalty.
An interesting progression happened. I slowly went from generic massage oil to Jasmine Essential Oil to thick, slippery oils like Olive Oil. I can't get enough of that saturating feeling. At this time, I'm indulging in peanut oil. The consistency is perfect; heavy and buttery. I've gotten to point where I apply generous amounts, smothering myself from head to toe. Pouring on quarts, for a moment, I reside in the lap of luxury. I'm suddenly surrounded by satin and service.
Peanut Oil has revolutionized my masturbatory life
The golden brown luster of my skin fills my eyes
The smooth movements of my hands travel all over my body
Every throbbing vein becomes pronounced
Two fingers insert with zero effort
The honey hued oils takes on a silver tint
(Thank you, George Washington Carver!)