The warm oil and his strength was amazing he was working deep, and his hands slid over the different body parts. He was a CMT and does this all day long, so I wasn't embarrassed. I said sure real fast, not thinking anything about it. He used warm lotions and oils which could stain, and he asked if I would be okay if he removed the “draping” - in other words, the towel.
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I had finished and, with a towel over me, I got on the table. He instructed me to take a warm shower and then get on the table. We spoke so that he could understand what massages I'd had in the past. I arrived at Jim’s and discovered he was a tall, (six-foot four) dark-haired Italian in very good shape, and he looked strong. When I finally reached someone, it's a guy who has a late appointment in his home office, so I got on my way for a good ninety-minute massage. Several numbers had no answer, and others had no availability. I decided to go on Craigslist to search out therapists. I had scheduled an appointment that very evening, which my sore muscles really needed. The major turn in my life came when my CMT moved away in an emergency to help a sick family member. I take care of my body and have a great CMT, or certified massage therapist. I am very physical, always doing sports activities and being hard on my body. I am five-foot ten, good-looking, muscular and I am over seven inches, hard.
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My life is fairly normal, work and divorced, with kids. It has been sometime since I ran into Savanah, the TS, in San Francisco. This is a true account of my life over the past few years and this story continues.