I have never been a single sort of human who wanted someone to touch my body.
My body is mine and not a single other person should be able to touch it but myself and my partner.
I can’t figure out how my beloved sister was able to talk me into going to a massage with her. She had gotten a holiday gift certificate for 2 to the local massage parlor. They were a high end salon that seriously had nothing but excellent reviews from some pretty swanky clients, but I was still nervous about going. Not only did I allow my sister into talking me to go along with her for a body massage, but I allowed her to talk me into getting a true deep tissue body massage. She said that I would be sore for a day or 2, but my broken body would thank me for the experience. I was seeing a single woman laid on the massage bed and the relevant woman was running her hands over the massage. She was so relaxed in her chair that she soon nodded off. The music was soft and soothing and I was hoping I could relax similar to the other woman. When it came time for my sister and I to get our body massage, I definitely was being hopeful. I was sure I was going to be able to relax and like the experience in the end. I entirely wasn’t thinking too well when the woman came in and the very first thing she did was press into my shoulder with her elbow. I squealed at the sudden pain and jumped. She said I had asked for a deep tissue body massage, and that was what she was doing for me. I looked at my sister and yelped again. I told her that she had better quickly change the order to a good body massage, or she was on her own.