Send me to Paradise

Those fingers gently but firmly caressed my arms in masterful strokes. The slightly rough bits found in the scrub added texture and pressure to the massage. I could feel the dead cells exfoliated, and my skin scrubbed and cleansed. Instantly, I felt I was one kilo lighter.

Then, those same fingers found their way to my upper shoulders and kneaded away my fatigue, before ending their voyage on my face. I could feel the molecules on those areas being teased and pampered as my pressure points were lovingly tended to, sending a wave of bliss over my entire body and soul. It was like I was floating in the air. The warmth of the bed reminded me that I was still rooted: I was on Earth, and not heaven.

My therapist would vary her strokes – swirling round in circles, grazing in longish strokes or patching in palms – and yet with a consistent rhythm that served well to put one into a trance. The humming and water pattering sounds on a surface at my upper-left side above my head was a tad loud for my comfort. At a window of opportunity when the therapist was preparing for the next ritual of pampering, I tilted my eyes leftward and caught a glimpse of the culprit. Ahh, it was a fish tank.  The engine’s humming and the water pattering was consistently sounding off, so they too had a rhythm. All these combined to put me in a trance-like consciousness. Very soon, I drifted into sleep.

Forty-five minutes later, I walked out of the facial room, refreshed. My skin felt suppler and I couldn’t resist smiling. I love such pampering of my skin – facials, massages and spa. You name it, I would jump at it.

One would suppose that everyone would love the sensation of being caressed and touched. Yet, I was utterly surprised when I learnt that wasn’t the truth! Among my friends, there are some who aren’t impressed with such blissful adventures. My husband happens to be one of them. Fortunately, these are minority.

I can’t figure them out, especially when I love being massaged to death. I can lie there and be willingly, longingly and uninhibitedly at the mercy of the ten fingers. Knead, rub, twist, pat, swirl. Anything that can ease my body fatigue, relax my physique and entrance my soul is wholly welcomed.

Most women are like me. We love this kind of physical touch. So guys, if you are willing to invest some time to learn the basics of body massage and do your partners this service, you’ll have some “puppies” at the end of each session – gazing at you lovingly and waiting to paw all over you with eternal gratitude.

I only wished the humming could be much softer.