Having always been a tactile person, I wanted to become more adept at traditional massage strokes, combined with a slow buildup and gradual transition to a more erotic touch within the course of a full body massage. I am in a long-term marriage, and the sex has gone a bit stale. Upon deeper reflection, the quality of touch needed to evolve more.
I was, however, loathe to attend mainstream massage-lessons, where it might have caused embarrassment among course participants, had I enquired more specifically about sensual touch. Moreover, going to some parlour, with male/ female sex-workers offering me a massage with a ‘happy ending’ was not going to further my own ‘hands-on’ learning much.
I researched the options online and this is how I discovered Colin. I figured that I wanted to experience his unique style of massage and be a recipient myself, in order to be better able to put myself into the shoes of a recipient of sensual massage. However, this is not necessary for anyone wishing to attend the Massage- My-Man session.
Not being sure what to expect, I was pleasantly surprised by the welcoming atmosphere of Colin’s premises in Pimlico, a fresh, spacious and airy flat with views onto the river. He greeted me in shorts and a T-shirt, and he immediately conveyed a demeanour of intelligence, calmness, trust and respect. His massage room is a well-appointed, warm side-room with a neat en-suite bathroom, generously equipped with large, fluffy towels, a variety of beauty products, and even a hairdryer. Moreover, Colin plays chilled music and uses dimmer-lighting to set a relaxing atmosphere. I would warmly recommend women to treat themselves to this unique experience.
The atmosphere was even cosier during the Massage-my-Man evening, which takes place in the living room. Candles aglow, with different beverages and snacks being offered generously.
Both the male volunteers and the lady participants of different body shapes and sizes were seated in comfort on the pale sofas, chatting with surprising ease, despite not having met before.
Four massage tables had been set up on the other side of the room, lined up parallel to one another and covered with giant turquoise towels. We were invited to briefly outline what we each wanted to get out of the evening.
After the initial talk (about the stages of arousal) held by Colin, the four gentlemen were asked to undress in their assigned changing-room and return with towels around their waists. Some were more muscular, others quite lean. Meanwhile, the ladies changed into more comfy clothes in their own assigned changing room. For example, one lady wore a bra and pants, with a camisole on top. Another, more curvaceous lady with large breasts underneath was wrapped in a beach towel with a front-closing clip. I told myself that if she wasn’t going to feel self- conscious about herself, then why should I care about my stretch marks or my soft stomach. Thereafter, it did not occur to me again how I might look to the others in the room. Another lady preferred to remain fully clothed, while I wore loose yoga pants, with a wrap-over top, and a bra and knickers underneath. I later removed the yoga pants and top, not only because it was a lovely temperature in the room, but moreover, because I was getting covered in oil myself, as the massage started to incorporate more upper-body contact. Frankly, I was would have been perfectly at ease to be naked later on, so that my recipient could enjoy more skin-contact.
There were some brilliant massage moves, which included massaging with the entire forearm, or leaning in with both elbows, which was both pleasurable for the recipient, as well as to myself. At various points, Colin discreetly beckoned the ladies to switch massage tables, and this quickly afforded one a sense of how to adapt to one’s recipient. He also stepped up so some tables and added his own massage, so that it could become a four-hands-massage at certain intervals. My recipients and I got into flow very quickly. The gentleman whom I was paired up with at the end said he felt very safe in my hands. He later climaxed in my hands in a way which was not mechanical, but during the moment of which there was a wonderful, warm realm of mindful connectedness between us, without any guilt , shame or embarrassment. We had reached this moment through unhurried touch and mostly non-verbal skin-contact alone.
There had been no lasciviousness or utilitarianism to this session, and therein lies the difference between functional sex and the realm of delicious, languid eroticism, which so many of us long for. The quiet, loving moment, which he and I had shared after his powerful orgasm, as he continued to lie on his back while letting his mind drift to a place of comfort, was a very beautiful one for me to observe, as it was underpinned by mutual kindness. Many of us in society could attain a much better sense of ease and equilibrium if we considered developing a more in-tune style of touch.
To summarise, it was lovely for me to note how my improved massage-technique and quality of touch had been so pleasurable to these men, men whom I’d never met before. My new learning had yielded me the benefit of an increased confidence, which I had been hoping to better in myself. It was a rewarding and enriching experience, which I would warmly recommend to other women who enjoy the power of touch.
(Written by a 55-year old wife and mother of Middle Eastern and Continental origin, working as a personal and business life coach, who is also a traveller, artist and passionate embracer of life)