Messages from the bottle

Went to the nail salon tonight. Unusaul for me. I have a hands on job and it’s rough on nails. But I’m the boss all day. I try hard not to be but it’s hard to find a good boss. So a feminine thing for self care feels right. 
it was nice to let someone with literally with hands on experience show me happiness through touch. A subtle touch not many have. 

i even found my masochist side in there.  First the lady had to pull off a couple nails and that only hurt a little but dremel. Or the dremel. Speedy vibrating tool that burned in the best way. She did my cuticles twice. What’s beautiful sensation. She was so good at it. The burning sensation never went through to my nail bed when sanding down the acrylic fill. She moved it so quickly over the freshly acryliced nail so it never lingered and burned through to feel unpleasant pain. 
The techs hands were speaking a language all their own separate from her broken English.  no matter what sounds came out of her mouth they were pleasant with smiles and laughter. She had a beautiful smile. I loved her clear method of attack when it came to doing a full set and eventually I was able to anticipate her to make the process faster yet. 
The aftercare of the race came full swing when she messaged my hands with purpose. It felt like the lotion was penetrating my skin and Her pressure was perfect I dare say. And she never lingered til it was sore like so many do. Switch it up ya know. She was good. I think my hands just got laid. lol. 😂  didn’t see that coming glad I was blessed with this wonderful experience tonight.