Lola Chapter 4

I had previously tried masturbating with various things in my ass, but never managed to relax enough for it to be really nice.

- You know you have a prostate right? She chewed the food absentmindedly.
- Yes, I know a bit about anatomy.
- But anyway, let me give you a massage. A real massage. Tantric.

I had to give in. We would have equality in our relationship, so march to the bathroom. Clean my ass.
- Inside too, she urged.
- You can buy enemas at the pharmacy, but it's too late for that! They’re closed now.
Don’t be silly Johan. Rinse with a little soap and the shower hose. But not at full capacity. Just a small drizzle. You’ll feel when you’re full, and then you go sit on the toilet and let gravity take care of things.

Now I understood why the shower head had so often been lying loose on the floor.
- So when I take a morning shower and find the nozzle on the floor, have you had the hose in back there?
She giggled.
- In my rear pussy. Give me a shout when you're done.

She went out and left me alone. One needs at least some privacy, and I did as she said. Three rinses seemed to do the trick. I gave Lola the go-ahead. She opened the door and asked me to follow her into the bedroom. There, the lighting was dimmed, a couple of scented candles burned on the bedside table and a large white bath towel was spread out on the bed.
- Lie on your belly baby.

Tantric massage always begins with a "normal" massage. Lola anointed me with a massage oil that she concocts herself, with coconut oil as a base, and additives of various beneficial and pleasure-enhancing extracts and herbs. It smelled good and was incredibly nice, relaxing.
Then she massaged me, in circular motions from the outside and in, neck, hands and feet towards the middle... hmm, butt.

- Now you can turn around, lie on your back.
She performed the same massaging movements on the front… slowly she approached my groin and cock. But instead of starting to jerk me off, she said:
- Can you put a couple of pillows under the butt.