I want to write. I want to write about how I feel for so long but I didn't have the confidence to do so. Or is it the confidence to face my feelings when I put them in paper that I lacked?
Yesterday I was pampering myself by going to a salon to do manicure and pedicure. This is a ritual I am used to do at least once a month, and more if I have enough money. A dear friend advised me to try a new place where they hire both females and males, and give you a massage while they are doing the pedicure. My feet was never touched by a man other than an intimate partner. It has been always a nice relaxing passionate spot, till I went to do my pedicure yesterday. The young man – who looked in his early 20- was slim, wearing a shinny tight top underneath the white robe of the place. I was shy when he first looked at me to give him my left foot, where he spent nearly 15 minutes taking care of it. When he turned to the other feet I was already enjoying being pampered and relaxed. The young man seemed very dedicated in the massage that he was doing, and a couple of times his face touched my foot when he was bringing water to wash them. I paid and I came out of the place thinking about the foot massage, and thought, what an erotic scene!