I haven had it for a while. Not regularly anyway it tends to be casual, a special occasion thing. But when I do I like ambient music, a warm room, soft hands, low lights. I used to be comfortable doing it fully naked but as my body image declines, I prefer doing it whilst semi-covered beneath the blanket and clean white sheets. I'm over the days of doing it on a bed, chair, couch or even on the kitchen bench. I like it to linger . . . half an hour just isn't enough, less than 90 minutes full attention or I'm just not satisfied.
I love the spiralling motion of it, the sensuality, the quietness, the fragrance, the woosiness - it's better when he doesn't talk and if he must, his voice must be low, dulcit, gentle, swooning - I love the touch from toe to forehead, both hands smoothing and silking their way along my aching form . . .then, when its all over, my muscles ache not from pain but pleasure, warm and worked but not sore. There's no deep and meaningful conversation, just a moment of sleepy privacy to get dressed and leave. No requests to move in, no pressure to get up first and put my face on . . . no talk of relationships, no commitment or harassment and that means no hurt or disappointment for either of us . . . In fact it was so good, I might go back tomorrow . . yep, it's a deal, a good arrangement . . . nothing like an aromatherapy massage to refresh the body and soothe the soul!