  What a massage. At least I can rest assured that, as long as it has been, I still respond to the power of human touch.
My lord, I picked my head up from its place on the table when the massage was over, and I felt like someone had injected me with heroin. The soft touch of two warm hands and her knowing intention attached to that sassy young thing named Jennifer! Sure Im smitten with her. Is it humanly possibly to abandon your all your tension to a cute woman (while lying naked covered in oil, I thank you) and not be smitten?
Lord oh lord that delicate touch over my tender little scar the gentle squeak of a ceiling fan beating time oh the analogies. Its tough, people. Im not good at being restrained. It was difficult not to reach out and touch her. One of these days Im going to have to turn over and return the favour. And then some, yes? Hey! I am a licensed massage therapist. And yes, that fact does get me laid. 
