

Every year my wife and I go to Thailand, we have a home there and will spend more time there in the future. We love getting massages and found this place not far from our house four years ago, the owner knows us and gives us discounts because we go twice a week while we’re there. The staff there are more professional than other places we’ve been to I don’t need a happy ending while my wife is lying next to me, but no matter what for me there is a intimacy that comes with getting a massage after all she’s going to be taking care of you for at least two hours. At the start my wife and I are next to each other and she gives instructions to the girl taking care of me, sore back, spend extra time there, arms too. She get right to it, there’s no conversation we will spend fifteen or twenty minutes in a massage fore play connecting to each other, she’ll feel my body’s response to her touch, I will not shriek in pain when she finds those stubborn muscles that just won’t soften. That’s when our bond becomes stronger she’s working harder more determined to get a rise out of me, but I will never utter a sound as she pokes and pulls at my body in search of a reaction to her labor. Tears run down my face, but are hidden in the darkness, she twist my body in an attempt to break me and I find out later that she was impressed with my flexibility. Years of martial arts and yoga keep this plus sized dude flexible. An hour and a half into it she starts the healing process, she has given up trying to break me and now starts to heal and comfort me which brings us closer than ever as close as lovers, emotions are high and the desire is strong. At the end we’re both spent, she’s panting and a little sweaty, I’m satisfied and a little sleepy, we’re coming down from a two hour massage that’s not unlike a two hour love making. The human spirit will always amaze me. My wife pays the bill and sets our next appointment, she gives me tip money to give the girl who is more than grateful and quietly hopes she’s working the day we show up again. Because we’re the heaviest tippers that go there.