Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Spa Massage Retreat?

I was planning for a pampering spa treat for him & myself when I received an invitation in October, it was meant to be a Christmas surprise but he gave me a bigger surprise by leaving. I have lost much weight & sleep that I really need something uplifting for my trampled spirits. Since the invitation is still valid, I might as well pamper myself.



Thus I checked on the renown spa for the various massages & treatments they offer at their elegant spa boutique & found out something VERY interesting... their male masseuses are extremely popular. Don't start thinking wayward please, they are well-known to be exceptionally well-groomed, trim & fit to be able to roll & knead you for 2 hours straight. Most important of all, they are all professionally trained. I was thinking "should I give myself a treat, get a good rub by a pair of strong warm hands?"

Not that female masseuses are not skilled, just that sometimes I need more pressure to the loosen the stress knots I've accumulated at the bottom of my nape and I'm feeling chills nowadays, (I may be wrong but) I think female masseuses' hands are not as warm. I've always envied my friend who has a partner capable of giving her the most heaven sent massages when she's down & out. "Just the right pressure at the right places" she said. The more she should cherish such a rare catch.

I discussed this with a bunch of female friends & they were all so thrilled, and got even more excited then I was.

"Get the cutest one!"

"Ask him to take his top off!"

"Moan your best moan when he massage your sensitive bits!"

"Don't leave the bed dry!"...

The contents got from naughty to lewd. All I could do was gap & roll my eyes and muttered "yeah..maybe..see how..hmm.."

I'm suppose to be looking forward to enjoy myself, being properly massaged by a professional masseuse. Now that my friends filled my head with erotic suggestions, I'm confused and this song kept playing in my head


Sang by Anita Ward. Don't ask me why, it just played like a broken record in my warped mind.

Let me consider, let me consider...

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Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Spa Massage Retreat?

I was planning for a pampering spa treat for him & myself when I received an invitation in October, it was meant to be a Christmas surprise but he gave me a bigger surprise by leaving. I have lost much weight & sleep that I really need something uplifting for my trampled spirits. Since the invitation is still valid, I might as well pamper myself.



Thus I checked on the renown spa for the various massages & treatments they offer at their elegant spa boutique & found out something VERY interesting... their male masseuses are extremely popular. Don't start thinking wayward please, they are well-known to be exceptionally well-groomed, trim & fit to be able to roll & knead you for 2 hours straight. Most important of all, they are all professionally trained. I was thinking "should I give myself a treat, get a good rub by a pair of strong warm hands?"

Not that female masseuses are not skilled, just that sometimes I need more pressure to the loosen the stress knots I've accumulated at the bottom of my nape and I'm feeling chills nowadays, (I may be wrong but) I think female masseuses' hands are not as warm. I've always envied my friend who has a partner capable of giving her the most heaven sent massages when she's down & out. "Just the right pressure at the right places" she said. The more she should cherish such a rare catch.

I discussed this with a bunch of female friends & they were all so thrilled, and got even more excited then I was.

"Get the cutest one!"

"Ask him to take his top off!"

"Moan your best moan when he massage your sensitive bits!"

"Don't leave the bed dry!"...

The contents got from naughty to lewd. All I could do was gap & roll my eyes and muttered "yeah..maybe..see how..hmm.."

I'm suppose to be looking forward to enjoy myself, being properly massaged by a professional masseuse. Now that my friends filled my head with erotic suggestions, I'm confused and this song kept playing in my head


Sang by Anita Ward. Don't ask me why, it just played like a broken record in my warped mind.

Let me consider, let me consider...

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