Objects of Desire

I felt his soft fingers tracing my back, Slowly, his hands glide down my waist, Putting me in a side position where my legs are up my chest, “Take a deep breath,” he whispered. And there it hits-

A heavy pressure capturing and hitting a particular spot where I let out a moan of relief.

Giving my body a well-earned sense of bliss, slowing down my heartbeat as the pleasure circulates in my blood.

No. This is not the type of pleasure your hormonal mind is thinking about.

“Just one more,” my chiropractor said as he put his deep focus on working out those knots tumbling the muscle and pain on my lower back.

No one truly understands the excitement of attending a chiropractic appointment – well, unless you have a crooked spine that gives you the same back pain as a grandmother. Like mine.

Every movement I make feels like torture.

The consistent tightness on my lower back traps my muscle strings, causing them to grip tightly across my bones. The ever-excruciating back pain I go through daily as a young adult, that feels worse than an 80-year-old, is no laughing matter. It hits the worst when you ought to give up your seat on public transport after a long day at work - just so the elderly man with the same back problem as mine can sit. No exaggeration. The pain is so underivable that even if you gift me flowers, chocolates, and love because you feel sorry for me, it does not ease the pain completely.

But a chiropractor? He knows how to pleasure me. Not in that way though.

From the touch of expert soft fingers and techniques that can send shivers down your curvy spine can really give you the perfect remedy than any pain killer. The deep pulling… pressing… cracking of the pain… just releases the bound. It feels as though the stiffness of my back is stretched out like a rubber band. It feels as though the entangled muscles have been relieved from suffocation. What an ecstatic feeling! Oh, yes. The pleasure is real.