just had a massage earlier at a place where i'm a regular. i kinda stop experimenting with other parlors as i only get disappointed when i don't get that much needed therapy.
so, when i find a good masseuse (nothing kinky, just prefer women), i usually note their name so the next time i go there i can easily request for that lady.
lately i've been going for the two-hour session... pretty rejuvenating for a tired and weary bod like mine. i always go for the HARD variant... when she does that massage, she really goes for the kill! mostly, i end up holding my breath to sorta mask the pain.. but i don't complain... especially when it's done on the hamstrings, glutes, back, shoulders, chest and biceps... on the calves, quads, triceps and some part of the neck and head, i prefer it moderate.
that pretty much puts my weekend on a high note.
there was a time when i just went balls to the wall at the gym, the next day i couldn't get up! well, i can actually but it was really hard to move around or go to work.. i ended up calling for a home service massage.
curiously, some people at the parlor, i overhear them talking to their masseuse... they're like hitting on them. maybe they're hoping to get something "extra" or some DOM wanna have some lovin'..
well, i don't like to chatter. i just wanna chill , listen to relaxing music and close my eyes. even when it hurt sometimes.. i don't go "could you tone it down a little, it effing hurts!"
i don't even get a wood, dam'it!
maybe if the attendant was wearing something skimpy, i might.
i don't know if some masseuse are actually hitting on me... there was one who really did a nice dig on my inner thigh she's a few millimeters away from my manhood... i can't stop it from getting mad!
anyway, i don't really wanna think that way cos my intentions are pure. sorta. LOL!
well, that's my story for today.. my mind's still debating whether i should down some brandy whilst watching HBO's Pacquiao vs Marquez 3 24/7 - Episode 4 or just have gatorade instead... hmmmm..
decisions.. decisions..
