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I actually have one. I still need to shape it a little better, but it feels SO good on your scalp. Mine isn't motorized, though.![]()
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Does it just feel good or does it actually get some circulation pumpin'?
I have a story about that thing. When I first started going out with my husband, he had created this romantic environment at his place, right?
Well, he runs me a bubble bath, lights candles and has his bedroom smelling all incense good and stuff.
He says he's going to give me a massage. Now this isn't the first time that we've been intimate but it is the first time that it wasn't an 'oops, we did it' situation. This was a planned one, you know. We had known each other for a long time - 6 years - but we hadn't dated. So the first time was oops sex when his kids were sleeping. We decided to plan the next encounter with his kids at their grandmother's house.
Well, anyway, I disrobe and lie down to get my massage. I'm lying there and thinking that he's getting oil or something. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the candlelight glisten off of something metal.
I must watch too much CSI or something because I freaked out. I think that he has a knife for something and is going to kill me. We're alone and all. I jump up out of the bed and run for the door. I look back, he's kneeling there looking as perplexed as a man can look with no clothes on.
I realized that it wasn't a knife but I still didn't know what it was until he asked me what was wrong and that he was going to massage my scalp with this 'Octopus' thing that he bought at the mall.
That moment is number 3 on my most embarrassing list. Numbers 1 and 2, I will carry to my grave.
I have a story about that thing. When I first started going out with my husband, he had created this romantic environment at his place, right?
Well, he runs me a bubble bath, lights candles and has his bedroom smelling all incense good and stuff.
He says he's going to give me a massage. Now this isn't the first time that we've been intimate but it is the first time that it wasn't an 'oops, we did it' situation. This was a planned one, you know. We had known each other for a long time - 6 years - but we hadn't dated. So the first time was oops sex when his kids were sleeping. We decided to plan the next encounter with his kids at their grandmother's house.
Well, anyway, I disrobe and lie down to get my massage. I'm lying there and thinking that he's getting oil or something. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the candlelight glisten off of something metal.
I must watch too much CSI or something because I freaked out. I think that he has a knife for something and is going to kill me. We're alone and all. I jump up out of the bed and run for the door. I look back, he's kneeling there looking as perplexed as a man can look with no clothes on.
I realized that it wasn't a knife but I still didn't know what it was until he asked me what was wrong and that he was going to massage my scalp with this 'Octopus' thing that he bought at the mall.
That moment is number 3 on my most embarrassing list. Numbers 1 and 2, I will carry to my grave.
It doesn't tangle your hair? I'm afraid if I put that on my scalp it would get lost in tangles forever.