After such a long flight into Las Vegas, your neck and back are probably all kinds of tight. It hurts to turn and look out the airplane window, and now you have the remainder of the weekend to look forward to. But how are you suppose to enjoy yourself when you can't even turn your neck? Guess you better have it worked on. Now, depending on the hotel you stay in, chances are you have a spa located inside of it and if not, there is a hotel nearby with a spa. So you could go to one of these spots and have your body worked on, but this is Vegas! You need to have a different experience than what you have back home, and the fact of the matter is one standard massage is going to be just about the same wherever you go. That is why you need to turn to what Las Vegas does better than any other city in the world: adult entertainment. With the help of a specially given massage (thanks to the escorts to your room service), you can have a completely different massage than what you'd experience back home.
We'd discussed it in the car on the way to Vegas. Our neighbors told us they'd found a reputable place that offered an incredible erotic couples massage. At first, we didn't really know what we thought. I got online and checked out what a Nuru massage was. Then I called the service to see if they offered a Las Vegas naked massage for couples. The friendly woman on the phone was very helpful explaining in detail the differences in Las Vegas Nuru massage, naked massage in Las Vegas, and what it really meant to have a Las Vegas happy ending. There are so many rumors about these things out there, I just wanted to be sure what to expect.
People always said I was shy. He's a shy child they said. My teachers told my parent I was smart, but needed to get over my shyness. Personally, I just liked to be quiet and watch people. The best way to learn about people is when they forget you are in the room. Sometimes it was just a game to me, but as I got older, I found I disliked not being able to talk to girls the way my friends could. I thought of lots of things to say, funny things, intelligent ideas, when I was alone. The only trouble was, the minute a girl I liked came into the room, I turned into a babbling idiot. Instead of impressing her I would either insult her, or gross her out in the worst way.
My dad was always a sort of prude. He got after me all the time about dressing right, keeping my hair combed just so. As I became a teenager I noticed that people thought he and my mom were horribly miss matched. Mom was a woman who loved life, and made the most of everything. She taught me to not be ashamed of my body, to enjoy new experiences in life, and that there was no sense in worrying. Some of my favorite memories of times with mom were when she would shampoo my hair. I had let my hair grow so long that she would always help me wash it in the kitchen sink. I love the feeling of her vigorously, but lightly scrubbing my scalp until the shampoo was lathered like thick white foam. It took a lot of work to rinse the soap out of my hair, but she would lovingly keep at it.
There has been a lot going on in my life lately. I was divorce a couple of years ago, and my kids are both in college. Keeping bills paid in two households is really stressing me out, so when my best buddy of ten years announced he was getting married, I tried really hard to be excited for him, for his sake. Strangely, he decided to pick me, in my depressed, hassled and negative state, as his best man. I'm thinking, does he want a huge bachelor party? Where am I going to get the energy to create a sensational send off for my friend when I hate to climb out of bed every morning?