Deeper and to the Left

The search for a decent rub in London has paid off. A. gave me one of the best massages* I've had in recent memory, and can add me to his list of repeat customers.

I kinda sorta feel only a little squidgy about having found him in the back of a local gay rag. But the price was right, he wasn't listed on the 'escorts' page, his hands were amazing, and (bonus) he's only a 5-minute walk from the office.

I still miss my guys at Avalon, but one has to make do in a new land. And if that means moving from full-service salons to work-at-home flats, well I guess I'll just have to adjust.

* As in professional services rendered, as opposed to lovingly exectued foreplay (both of which have their merits)