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.
The girl at the counter asked if I had anyone waiting for me at home, “.”, I replied.
That was when she mentioned that they also provide in-home massage, 24 hours a day. I then grabbed my bag of Gummi-Bears and went out the door feeling like brand-new.
I was getting all this pleasure and she was doing all the work. Soon she was standing barefooted on top of my calves and made her way to the small of my back, standing atop me as she steadied herself somehow. I don’t think my back could take that much attention. After a bit of that she pulled away the towel and I heard could hear a pump bottle being used.
I tipped the massage girl another 100P since I wasn’t sure what her ‘cut’ of the house price was, she was very appreciative.Still sniffling and sneezing every so often, but my body felt really relaxed and balanced out.” or that the flu can be cured with a massage as is widely believed here.But a good massage does do the trick to distract from the symptoms and feel a lot better. the whole dim-light, gentle music, soft yet skilled hands, body twisting, oil-rubbing experience..I really had to remind myself that maybe that’s frowned upon in these sort of establishments.But it just didn’t seem right she was making me feel good and I wasn’t returning the favor.
As I mentioned in a previous diary entry, I’ve been a little under the weather today with a slight cold, or flu..