Massage

Herro,

The time came at last, I went for one of the fabled Thai massages. I'll be honest - Not overwhelmed by the experience. It is indeed rare for me to be bent and poked in such a way, but that doesn't mean I seek bending and poking from wrinkly old ladies down by the beach.

That isn't to say there was anything dodgy about the experience, there wasn't. It was curiously sexless actually. Even the bum bit.

My main concern was that once she'd finished, I'd find myself unable to walk, paralysed by some stray manipulation. Fortunately, my fears were groundless and I strolled triumphantly away, dignity almost intact.

A "Happy Ending", you might say.

No, not that type.

Dom

P.S. Delighted to see the comments flourishing in my absence, I rarely reply, which is a rather footling stratagem, I know. Vicky - send me your email address (mine's fb.dcmain[at]googlemail.com). Ben, reply to your damn emails, Seb, comment, you brass-stud, someone get rob to read this, and, well, that'll do. Phil, get your head out of the toilet.