The masseuse

Welcome to my blog about dating, sex and relationships. I kick off with this memory of a sexy encounter from last summer

Shot of a young woman enjoying a massage at a spa.

Summer 2021. Somewhere in North London*.

I’m cycling home through the park having just had sex with my massage therapist.

We did it on the massage table in a treatment room surrounded by other treatment rooms with other massage therapists in them – ones probably not doing their clients, but who knows.

That was one of the most pleasurable experiences of 2021, a year that was often tough going. Covid aside, I had a lot to contend with emotionally as I navigated a big breakup, fought to secure the property I once shared with my ex, and discovered some challenging stuff bubbling up to the surface thanks to my newfound sobriety. All while dealing with pandemic-induced loneliness and a doubled workload.

That experience with the masseuse… let’s call him Alberto … was something straight out of a porno. A banger of a story, and I knew it would live in my heart forever.

Not only did I have a great time but I was proud of myself for making it happen. I had seen the guy a week prior for a massage (just a massage) and asked him out later via text. We initially talked about meeting for coffee, but our schedules didn’t align, so he suggested I come back to the studio for a complimentary treatment and a coffee after if he had space. I didn’t blink in accepting.

I also observed happily that I’d allowed myself to get properly lost in the moment. Sex is getting better and better now I’m in my thirties as I’m more comfortable with my body, more focused on my own pleasure and much less ‘in my head’. That said, I still don’t orgasm easily the first time with a new partner, but on this occasion I did. Twice in fact. I expect the post-lockdown ‘skin hunger’ played a part. Two very hungry souls, I vaguely remember us slow dancing at some point, clinging on to each other in silence as the afternoon sun streamed in through the skylight.

Why do I return to this happy memory now? Well it’s January, it’s cold and grey outside, and my dating life this month has been a real mixed bag, leaving me a little blue at times. This little ditty brings back a bit of the vitality and optimism I felt in summer. It’s also a neat introduction to me – someone who is healing and growing, learning to be assertive and so forth. But also a supremely powerful being. Read more about me here if you like, and welcome to my blog!

* You should have had X Files- style text playing across a screen in your head at this point. If you didn’t you’re too young for this blog, which is about a geriatric millennial

Photo by Marcel Ardivan on Unsplash

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