I was relatively nervous before it, kind of like when you’re about to meet a person for the first time. I found myself cleaning my house, organizing the kitchen and vacuuming like I was hosting a first date at my house. It just felt odd inviting a stranger into my house to rub me.
When my masseuse showed up at my house, she was a perky, petite woman that got right to setting up the bed. I was sitting on my sofa, chatting and feeling like I needed to be a better host. So, I made things weird.Read More