When I was younger I just couldn't do it. No massage for me, thank you very much. Wouldn't that be awkward? A total stranger poking and prodding. Exposed. No way.
That was back when I actually had a decent body, although I didn't know it at the time. Now that I'm sixty and things are rearranging, I've lost those inhibitions and no longer care. Isn't that weird?
For those of you who approach the subject with trepidation, here are a few comforting facts that might convince you to give it a try:
- If you have certain parts you don't want worked, communicate upfront.
- You can keep on as much as you need to maintain your comfort level. I stripped down to my panties.
- You are completely draped in a sheet.
- And the therapist exposes limbs one at a time, works her magic, and tucks you back up tight.
What an experience. Imagine every single second of an entire hour set aside entirely for your absolute pleasure. And the afterglow is amazing. I'm still basking in the sensations.
I should have a massage every day! My wish for you - a massage every day!