Oh to have the sexual organs of a woman

23/3/11 continued

First of all thanks to Alison Hodge and Kristina for the comments- I am glad you are enjoying the blog. I have now changed the settings and comments should be posted automatically without delay. Kristina can you face book me as I can’t reply to your comments. Now on with the blog for what could have been an embarrassing afternoon…

We decided to have a traditional Indian all over oil massage. I went first and was directed to take off my clothes but stopping at my underpants I was encouraged to take these off too. The massage man then walked towards me with a piece of cloth 10 cm wide and 25com long with three bits of string attached. He then put the material over my unmentionables and tied the sting around my waist and formed the last piece into a thong up my bum. No the most flattering look with the potential for everything just to pop out.

I was next directed to what can only be described as a plastic autopsy bench complete with drain holes and a raised lip to prevent spillage. Lying on my back the man then daubed me in oil and rubbed me from head to toe missing no part of my body with the unmentionables inevitably falling out of there pouch. Next I lay on my front and felt the man take off my thong and rub me from head to toe again. On an already oily front this resulted in me being push up and down the massage/autopsy table. Now this combined with being touched in placed normally reserved for James made me wish for the genitals of a woman as I was getting concerned about becoming aroused. The man was no Adonis and this helped along with recounting the Sedbergh river walk in my mind step by step.

After an hour of this, not at all relaxed I emerged having successfully managed to avoid embracement and left giving James a little warning and a knowing look. I think there was fear in his eyes!