What a strange day. I was surfing the net, as you do. What was I looking for? Oh yes – that’s it! Everything. As you do. On a Sunday. Anyway, I somehow got to massage. Just as I typed that, I realised what you would be thinking. No. Honestly. I really was looking at massage. My elbows have been hurting for years. As well as my knees, and my ankle. My back however, is fine, it’s as strong as an ox. In another life I used to be a carpet fitter. Three months ago now I started a new job, as a delivery driver.
I like my new job. More money, less work, lighter work, fewer hours. It’s great. So, as I see it, a new beginning. A new life. Friends have even told me that I am a lot more cheerful. I have even started to eat healthier. So it makes total sense to finally get rid of these old aches and pains.
I came across massage therapists, reiki, and of course, escort services. What was strange, was a site telling me that they would come to my address. They will relieve the stresses and strains in my home. I don’t even have to leave erotic massage hong kong the house. Maybe, I’m on the wrong site? No. Nothing looks seedy. I now take my time, and read everything on the screen. A massage in my own home, sounds fantastic.
I pick up the phone, and call. The ringing goes on for a minute. I feel really nervous. I’ve even rehearsed what I was going to say. I’m so stupid. Why am I nervous? It’s only a massage. “Hello, Mobile Massage, this is Graham speaking.” Whaaaat? It’s a bloke! A deep voiced bloke. That totally threw me. I stammered. “Er, Err, I want a massage.” To be honest, I can’t remember much more, except that I sounded like an idiot. But Graham sounded cool, and reassuring. By the end of the call, I was already relieved. I laughed and cringed at myself. Anyway, ‘Graham’ is coming round tomorrow at 6.30. That gives me time to get home from work, and shower, he said not to eat. Not before the massage.
All day, I’ve been thinking about Graham and my massage. For obvious reasons, I haven’t told anyone. What would I say? I laughed again at myself. My strange little secret. I planned a nice routine. Shower, massage, then a video and take away. Bliss.
I’m nervous again. I’m on my way home. I have plenty of time. I did the house work yesterday, as soon as I had spoken to Graham on the phone. I didn’t want to stress myself, or start sweating, before the massage. That would be gross. And embarrassing. Sweaty, in a dirty house. Not good.
I got home an hour ago. I’ve been rearranging my furniture. I have now decided that I would like the massage in the living room. He said he had a massage table, so that I could lie in comfort. All he needed was enough room to walk around me when giving the massage. I’ve also opened all the windows, and polished my computer. What’s the time? 5 minutes! Shit! Do I smell? Have I started sweating? I smell my armpits. I think I’m okay. No. I am okay. Just chill out. I start some breathing exercises.
‘Ding!’ That’s the door. Quick look in the mirror. I look good. I smell okay. Well, I don’t smell. Room looks fine. I open the door. ‘Ah hello there. I’m Graham.’ Graham a tall man with a very deep voice, and an athletic build. Again he has a very calm and reassuring manner, that I noticed on the phone.
He takes no notice of the house as he follows me to the living room. I offer a drink, and he asks for a glass of water. He then leads the discussion, asking me questions about my lifestyle. What I am expecting, and hoping to get from this session. I start thinking about my direction in life. He wasn’t being nosey. It’s just that his questions triggered my thoughts. At any rate, I was excited.