Mar
24
Their hands caressed every inch of my body, every nook and cranny – well almost. When they were done with me, I was little more than a hunk of quivering Jell-O; it was as if my bones had turned soft.
This was the best threesome I’ve ever had – and I hope to do it again sometime.
For those of you who have never had a “four-handed massage,” I assure you that the experience is exponentially greater than the sum of two plus two.
We are, indeed, talking here of massage, and not euphemistically about anything else. Tsk! Get your minds out of the gutter…
The thing about having two therapists working on you simultaneously is that your whole body is receiving attention at the same time, and you drift into an incredible state of relaxation.
Expensive? Yes. But memorable.
Put it on your bucket list; you won’t regret it.
Aug
25
After some time as a guy, it has become a bit easier to notice some of the differences in the way being a woman makes me feel.
Long gone are the days when I would dress to turn myself on. Was a time, I would look in the mirror and see a hottie (my opinion only) staring back at me, and that was enough.
These days, I dress appropriately to the task of meeting and attracting others – friends acquaintances and others – and functioning in society while expressing my own personal style.
As I have been flittering through my home, I realize that being female means being aware – of oneself, of one’s environment and of others.
Read More»
Recent Comments