Reflection Paper On Massage Sessions And Their Duality For...

Massage sessions and their duality for reflection and prayer proposed a truce between my troubled life as a young girl and my developing life as a spiritual woman. On the table, I could recall embarrassing situations, reflect on them, and make the decision not to hold any malice. Getting on the table, a flashback age thirteen made my heart thump. I never understood why Dominick had rejected me. I just know at such a young age it felt black and dirty. The relationship we shared while indeed dysfunctional may also produce an understanding I so desperately desired. Tying my thick curls into a bun and summoning courage, I didn t have as a teenager. I got on my table and demanded Dominick to take his foot off my neck; figuratively speaking†¦show more content†¦When my eyes popped open, he was standing with his finger over his mouth. I could only see the outline of his body through the moonlight filling the room. Dominick took my hand and led me down the dark hallway back to his room. My feet felt heavy because although I wanted to make good on the eye flutters and blown kisses I had never been intimate with anyone. Well, unless you include playing house with children my age when I was around eight as a close encounter. He laid me down on blankets next to his bed. I suppose to stop the headboard from awakening his mother who was sound asleep in the adjoining bedroom. A mother who favored her sons and pushed her daughter to the breaking point. Her daughter, my friend, became obese stuffing her face with food while the whole time trying to compete with her mother s precious sons. Dominick’s kisses landed all over my body, and each one was wet and long. I had not been touched like he touched me with grown man hands. He wasted no time at all removing his clothes and assisting me in removing my panties. My body had developed long before I was ready and my breast had already sagged a little because of their size. I remember he would pinch at my nipples when nobody was watching saying Don t you think you should put on a bra? he was joking, but insecurity multiplied every time. With him on top of me, thoughts of shame threatened to suffocate me. He was hurting me. I wiggled out of the way. He tried