Who doesn't like a good stroking?
Most people don’t understand the art of massage and every individual is unique in preferences of massage type and tissue depth. There’s a reason that professional masseuses [generally speaking] have the customer fill out a questionnaire prior to their massage.
The first massage I ever received was when I was going through physical therapy (PT) for my knees at 14 years old. I was the only person under 60 going to physical therapy in that facility at that time. My physical therapist asked me if my mother would be willing to pick me up an hour later than usual for the following couple of weeks, because her intern needed to learn PT massage techniques. She also commented that I was a good candidate because of my young age... she could show deep tissue without hurting me [unlike the older majority]. My mother, of course had no issue with picking me up later. It was so wonderful to have both legs massaged at the same time for an entire hour after busting my ass with PT exercises.
As I got older and started dating, I found that most men were afraid to hurt me through massage. Now, keep in mind, until I reached my 30s, I didn’t weigh more than 125 lbs., the exception to that was when I was pregnant. Up until I got together with my husband, most of the guys I dated were bigger [heavier or muscular] guys. Ironically, my husband, which is 6 ft. tall and weighing in at a whole 155 lbs. [give or take a few lbs.], is the only one that’s ever given me a true deep tissue massage. The first time he gave me a back massage [I had a wicked knot between my shoulder blades], he was being all gentle and I told him to throw an elbow in! That was the moment he realized that I was tougher than he thought. Although, I still like when he “tickles” my back and legs. That’s what we call the light touch of fingertips stroking the skin.
So, who doesn’t like being stroked?
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Nothing like a good rub and tug .......
I only do that for my husband.
Lol ... i would hope so
I have only had one professional massage in my life. Not long after I finished my education and started practising my profession a few of my friends got together to treat me to a massage as a birthday gift. They took me to an apartment building across from the one in which I was living, up to a suite where they sat in the living room and waited while the woman massager (masseuse?) took me to a bedroom furnished with a massage table, her certificates of qualification posted on the wall. She asked me to undress, to take off everything but my socks, and lie down on my stomach on the table while she waited in the other room. When she came back in she draped a towel over my ass, and went to work. It was a very soothing experience. She then dimmed the lights and told me to turn over. What happened next was what I believe has been called in some oriental massage parlours "a happy ending". If you don't know what that means, I'm not going to tell you. My smile when I got back to my friends was enough to tell them thanks for that experience. LOL
Oh... I am familiar with what a happy ending is; only my husband gets that from me.