I’ve Just Had a Massage – In My House

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 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.

Graham had a CD player, which he turned on and played some trance music. He then excused himself to the bathroom, so that he could wash his arms. I was told to get undressed, down to my underwear, and then to lie down on his table, with his towel spread over me. It was a very strange day. He came into the room, and immediately started the massage therapy session.

About 10 seconds into the massage, I was totally immersed.

At the end of the massage, I was asked to sit up, very, very slowly. He got a glass of water for me. I was thirsty. He left me to think in silence, and get dressed. After a moment, as he packed his equipment, he asked how I felt. I could tell he was listening very hard at my answers. I didn’t expect the conversations before and after the therapy, But I felt that they were part of the process. I also really enjoyed them. They gave me a lot to think about.

There is something very humbling about having a stranger taking control of your body, but at the same time respecting your privacy. And doing wonders for your sense of well-being. I felt fantastic! I felt a lot of gratitude.

I made a booking for the next month straight away. I am not going to deny my body this necessity again. This is a necessity, not a luxury. My posture is better. My skin looks healthier. My elbows feel almost perfect. My knees feel a lot better. And my ankle is completely fixed. Even though, I go to the gym regularly, the massage adds another dimension of health. Luckily, it’s an easy habit to keep up, because all I have to do is pick up the phone, and the massage will come to me.

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