What a strange day. She was surfing the net, like you do. What was she looking for? Oh yes, that’s all! All. Like you do. We have Sunday. Anyway, somehow I got to the massage. Just as I wrote that, I realized what you were thinking. No. Honestly. I was really looking for massages. My elbows have been hurting for years. As well as my knees and my ankle. My back, however, is fine, as strong as an ox. In another life, he used to be a carpet fitter. Three months ago I started a new job, as a delivery man.

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. My friends have even told me that I am much more cheerful. I’ve even started eating healthier. So it makes perfect sense to finally get rid of these old aches and pains.

I came across masseuses, reiki and of course escort services. The strange thing was that a site told me that they would come to my address. They will relieve stress and tensions in my home. I don’t even have to leave the house. Maybe I am in the wrong place? No. Nothing looks seedy. Now I take my time and read everything that appears on the screen. A massage in my own home sounds fantastic.

I pick up the phone and call. The chime continues for one minute. I feel very nervous. I even rehearsed what I was going to say. I’m so stupid. Why am I nervous? It’s just a massage. “Hello, mobile massage, this is Graham.” What? It’s a block! A deep voice block. That completely threw me. I stuttered. “Er, Err, I want a massage.” To be honest, I can’t remember much else except that I sounded like an idiot. But Graham sounded cool and reassuring. At the end of the call, he was already relieved. I laughed and cried at myself. Anyway, ‘Graham’ will be here 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 was he going to say? I laughed at myself again. My weird little secret. I planned a good routine. Shower, massage, then a video and to go. Bliss.

I’m nervous again. I’m on my way home. I have enough time. I did the housework yesterday, as soon as I spoke to Graham on the phone. I didn’t want to stress or break a sweat 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. Now I have decided that I would like the massage in the living room. She said she had a massage table so I could lie down comfortably. All he needed was enough space to walk around me when he gave me the massage. I also opened all windows and polished my computer. What time is it? 5 minutes! Shit! smell? Have I started to sweat? I smell my armpits. I think I’m fine. No, I’m fine. Just relax. I start some breathing exercises.

‘Doorbell!’ That’s the door. Quick look in the mirror. I look good. Smell good. Well, I don’t smell. The room looks good. I open the door. ‘Ah hello. I am Graham. Graham, a tall man with a very deep voice and an athletic build. Once again, he has a very calm and reassuring demeanor, which I noticed on the phone.

He pays no attention to the house as he follows me into the living room. I offer him a drink and he asks for a glass of water. He then leads the discussion and asks me questions about my lifestyle. What I am hoping and hoping to get out of this session. I begin to think about my direction in life. I wasn’t being nosy. It’s just that his questions triggered my thoughts. In any case, he was excited.

Graham had a CD player, turned it on and put on some trance music. He then excused himself to go to the bathroom, so he could wash his arms. He told me to strip down to my underwear and then lie on his table, with his towel spread over me. It was a very strange day. He entered the room and immediately began the massage therapy session.

About 10 seconds after the massage, I was fully immersed.

At the end of the massage, I was asked to sit down, very, very slowly. He brought me a glass of water. I was thirsty. She let me think quietly and get dressed. After a moment, while she was packing up her gear, he asked me how I was feeling. I realized that he was listening very carefully to my answers. I didn’t expect the conversations before and after therapy, but I felt like they were part of the process. I also really enjoyed them. They gave me a lot to think about.

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

I made a reservation for next month right away. I will never again deny my body this need. This is a necessity, not a luxury. My posture is better. My skin looks healthier. My elbows feel almost perfect. My knees feel much better. And my ankle is completely fixed. Although I go to the gym regularly, massage adds another dimension of health. Fortunately, it’s an easy habit to maintain, because all I have to do is pick up the phone and the massage will come to me.