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Massage & Company
Ottawa, Toronto, Montreal, Vancouver
Massage & Company
The hardest part is me the message. Not the money, not the meeting. Men sit on the message they want to send me for weeks, writing and deleting, trying to make wanting company or touch sound like a reasonable thing to want.
So here's the general shape of it, so you don't have to invent the words yourself. There are ways an time with me tends to go. None of them is a menu and none of them is fixed. Tell me which one is closest and I'll take it from there.
The Company
Dinner, a drink, a walk somewhere quiet. An afternoon that becomes an evening because neither of us mentioned leaving.
No hands, or none worth naming. Just the rare thing of sitting with someone who isn't waiting for his turn to talk.
The Massage
A warm room, low light, warm oil. My hands working down your back until your shoulders come down from around your ears and stay there.
Slow, and long enough that you lose the thread of time. Most men write about this one first. Fewer of them mean it, and that's fine too.
The All of It
Everything and nothing at all.
Time with the massage usually somewhere in the middle of it.
Company before, or after, or a night that never quite gets around to us ever really ever hanging out.
Nowhere either of us has to be, and nothing owed at the end.