escort diary® of Mishka Massage: The first touch
There is always a moment.
The moment when the conversation becomes quieter.
When you've arrived, the door has closed, and the outside world suddenly feels a little further away.
The room is warm.
The lights are soft.
The oil is ready.
And then there is that first touch.
Slow.
Warm.
Unhurried.
Sometimes I think the first few minutes of a massage aren't really about the massage at all.
They're about trust.
Your body deciding that it doesn't need to be guarded quite so tightly.
Your breathing becoming slower.
Your shoulders dropping.
Your mind beginning to realise that, for the next little while, there is nothing it needs to solve.
I love that moment.
The moment someone stops trying to relax and simply begins to relax.
And from there, we let the experience unfold.
No rushing.
No expectations.
Just warmth, presence and the feeling of being completely received.
Perhaps that's why I believe beautiful touch can be so powerful.
It reminds you that you're here.
That you're in your body.
And that sometimes you don't need to do anything at all.
You simply need to allow yourself to receive.
Mishka x
