I have trouble understanding anyone who doesn't love it. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love to be touched by people I know too. Especially because they rarely request a financial transaction to do so. But when there's money involved it can be easier. Easier to get the feeling required. With people I know it can be difficult to demand it how I like it.
I was last touched in Fiji. I paid good money to a young girl. Nui was her name. Not too young mind you, at least in her twenties but definitely younger than me. And her age was not something I chose. She was simply interested in touching. And she was nice too. That helps.
Nui is still looking for the right person to be her partner for life, so until she has babies, touching is her thing. We shared a little personal information, you see. Some idle chatter to break the ice.
People spend all sorts of money to feel good about themselves. Dressing themselves in pretty clothes, riding around in fancy cars, getting haircuts, tattoos and fake breasts, paying for sex, going out to events and dance parties, drinking only the high-end alcohols, taking holidays...
Me, I like the touch of another human pressing on my skin and rubbing away
all of my bodies stresses. Being massaged is my special treat to myself.
It's unfathomable that the human body doesn't take a beating every day in one way or another. And while the body's very equipped for the amount of stress on muscles, organs and even the skin as it carries the mind through life, its very helpful to allow those stresses to be released. Its both relaxing and refreshing.
Sure a good hot bath can work wonders too. But physical touch is known to keep us connected as humans. To keep reminding us of our spiritual side.
I've had many massages over the years, some paid, some free! And I often buy massages for friends and family as gifts.
I've fallen asleep during a massage or two, even snoring. Knowing I was snoring because it was so loud I woke myself.
I've been massaged fully clothed, which was kind of like being stretched by another person. Think chewy that you pulled from your mouth as a child while you held the other end between your teeth. Nonetheless something I would do again.
And I've had my bare breasts massaged by a lady whose young children played on a mat beside us. Ah Thailand, land of the happy ending, for both men and women I guess?
(Mind you I was never massaged in the golden triangle, so the titty rub might be as far as they go with women? Not that I asked for it either. It was quite a surprise! And it's a funny feeling trying to decide if you will offend someone by saying 'no rub my boobies please' so I just let it happen. Chalked it up to yet another experience.)
I like it hard. I like long strokes, cupping, shiatsu, pounding, kneading and I love hot rocks.
It is the kindness of these complete strangers that touch upon which I rely.
It can't be easy to be presented with a naked body in all it's shapes and sizes and knead away at it, having to touch bumps, lumps, scars, crevasses and all types of moles and holes until relaxation creeps over the soul. Wondering if your touch is a wanted touch? An enjoyable touch?
I've never been massaged by a man I didn't know. And just realizing that, I will make it my next massage experience. I know they're out there. Massage men for hire. My only worry is that the touch of a man I don't know might not feel the way the touch of a woman does? It might feel better? I might like it in a whole other way?
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