A friend of mine recently gave me one heck of a present, a massage. So I made my reservation and at the appointed time I introduced myself to a lovely young woman and proceeded to get undressed. She offered me the choice of deep tissue or hot stones and naturally I answered “Yes please!” After an invigorating deep tissue massage over my shoulders and the length of my hamstrings she switched to the stones. The stones were kept in a crock pot of water at 125 F, rubbed in oil then she placed two of them on my lower back and the other two were slowly glided over my hamstrings. Wow… Great stuff. So when I got dressed I lifted the stones out of the pot and took a look at them. Basalt lava stones that had been sanded down. Later I looked online for a set and Damn! $50.00 for rocks! A couple of days later I was driving past the Reedy River so I pulled off and went stone hunting. Now I need to say right now that I am not a massage therapist, I just now how to make a certain woman happy so if you want a real massage may I suggest this place.
The Road to Jericho
The leaves of Western North Carolina had just started to turn. My Ford hummed along Interstate 26 and its tires sang their steady note. Outside
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So now you’re cooking rocks, eh? You chefs will try anything. It’s like stone soup. Remember that story? I’d love a hot stone massage.
Craft stores sell smooth basalt-ish stones for much much less than that. I use them on tom of my potted plant’s dirt.
Well, that gives a whole new meaning to “hot” love! I wonder if Fred Flintstone ever thought of that. My husband always finds heart shaped rocks for me. It’s time to get’em out of that glass jar! Way to go you stud muffin. :))
I think I’m in the wrong business.
I might have the skills to hunt for rocks and then sell them. Name your price! 😉
Willing to trade for massage and someone who knows how to cook… rocks, that is….
Well done mate…. and did Mrs M return the favour? No, never mind we really don’t want that answered in an open forum LoL
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