I’m just really tired. I feel whiny and pathetic and I just want some attention. I talked to one of my best friends and she said she goes to the spa for a day when she feels like that. I guess I’m just not metrosexual enough for that to work for me. Sure, I want to be pampered, but getting my nails done and being rubbed with smelly oils just won’t do it for me. A massage would most definitely be nice, but what I really want is to snuggle, hang out and have someone take me out of my mind for a few hours. Is that too much to ask?
Seems not. Once I started thinking about massages, my mind sort of slipped into other types of indulgent relaxing activities and somehow I found myself on the absolutely pleasing to the eye pages of Cleopatra Escorts. It’s not something I’d ever tried before, but I don’t have any issues about escort services. I know a few guys who use them regularly, even one of my married friends hires escorts with his wife. To be honest, I don’t know why I’d not tried it before. I suppose it wasn’t necessary. Between a number of short term relationships, my job took up all of my time. Work has been more demanding lately and that’s why I’m so exhausted and feeling needy.
After browsing the pages, I found someone who gave me a good vibe. I’m not into anything kinky. I suppose I just want a girlfriend for a few hours. Turns out theirs even a name for that – ‘Girl Friend Experience’. I live in a flat with a shared entrance and I don’t really like my nosy neighbour downstairs knowing my business, so I booked myself a nice hotel room. Why not? I feel like treating myself and it’s not like I’ve had a holiday since last year. Might as well make the most of it.
I explained what I wanted when I made the booking and, when I opened my hotel room door, I was pleased to see that the very pretty young lady I’d arranged a date with was dressed nicely but casually. That definitely made it feel less weird to me as I didn’t really know what to expect. By the way, when I say ‘pretty’, I’m not really giving you an honest description. I mean, if we’d been out in public, I would have been accused of punching way above my weight. I’m not an ugly lad, but let’s just say I don’t spend a lot of time down the gym and I like a few pints of an evening.
She was super lovely too. We had a few drinks from the minibar and I asked if she was any good at giving massages as I really wanted to relax. She told me she loved giving massages and told me to get undressed and lay on the bed face down. I’m oddly shy, so I went to the loo to strip, got a towel, wrapped it around my waist and walked back in the room. I nearly fell over when I saw that she was just wearing a very nice set of knickers. That escalated quickly, not that I was complaining.
She had some lotion with her and really did a great job on my back. I sort of drifted off for a few minutes, but I woke up soon enough as the massage began to take a more intimate turn and she suggested I turn over, so she could ‘do the other side’. Well…um…let’s just say that she did the other side very well indeed. The evening was everything I could have wanted for my own style of ‘spa treatment’. When she left, I slept like a baby. Best rest I’ve had in months.
I got up in the morning almost forgetting where I was and what had happened and then it all came back to me. I smiled to myself, which is something I’ve not done in a long time as I’ve been such a miserable git. It’s amazing how just a few hours of spoiling myself left me feeling human again. I was starting to feel like a shell of a man. I feel terrific. My batteries are totally recharged and the best thing of all is that I don’t feel like I have any drama or guilt from a one night stand. Brilliant!