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She moved around my arms and legs, leaning in with her weight as I was twisted in various ways to stretch out my ligaments and spine.

One move was kinda like when the police take you down with your arm behind your back and a knee in the back.. A few more odd, but satisfying positions later and she asked me to lay down and rest.

At least in the casual affair it’s a mutual thing.. But with massage, one person gets pleasure and the other person gets money. A few months ago I finally let my maid () give me a massage at my place. She used to work in a massage place and knew a few things.

Unfortunately that played havoc with my then relationship.

July, 2012, I arrived in the Philippines and I spent most of that time still resisting the idea of a massage.

For some reason casual sex seems like a more natural idea than having some stranger just start grabbing you all over with the sole intent of making you feel good.

She asked me to sit up, left and returned with a tray upon which was a cup of hot tea with some flowers.

I guess that’s how they let you know they are done.

having a stranger grope you is better than the maid doing it. At least the maid I know her name and am already paying her to show up and do stuff around the house anyway. So there’s this massage place I pass all the time near my house. So today, after first getting a haircut and some late breakfast I finally decided to just face my fears and walk in for a massage. She asked me to sit for a moment and soon returned a different girl, a fairly attractive Filipina.. After patting my feet dry with a towel she gave me a clean set of slippers and gestured for me to enter “beyond the curtain”. As I entered my eyes had to adjust to the low light.

As I mentioned in a previous diary entry, I’ve been a little under the weather today with a slight cold, or flu..

never could tell the difference since they both suck. Here’s the deal with me and this idea of ‘massage’.. I’ve always had this apprehension about the idea that it was just a slippery slope from outright pleasure for money.

I walked in trying to appear as if I’d done this a thousand times. I perused their menu of various massage techniques.. slender of about 90 pounds from behind the curtain. There were about a dozen massage locations, separated by nicely decorated bamboo and linen curtains, each with a sash, all very nicely decorated with some gentle music playing softly.

none of which I was familiar with, and told the gal at the counter I’d like a 1 hour Swedish massage. She set a wide wooden bowl with warm water and flowers floating in it at my feet, slipped off my street sandals and upon placing my feet into the large bowl, began to wash my feet. The entire room was dimly lit with candle-lite and smelled of lilacs.

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