I had a male masseuse come to my apartment once, I booked him for a two hour Swedish massage (I always prefer to have a massage in the privacy of my own home). When he arrived I was completely floored - 6'4" of gorgeous Swiss hunk greeted me! I tried to keep my cool, and had the massage as planned, with lots of chit chat (as two hours is a bit awkward with no conversation). I mentioned my profession, to help him target my problem areas (my shoulderblades and lower back turn into a mess every now and then). We finished the massage, I thanked him, and we went our separate ways. That night, I got a text message from a number I didn't realise - lo and behold it was my masseuse, saying he'd used a wrong number. We chatted, and he asked if I wanted another massage the next day, to which I replied enthusiastically YES! So the next night rolls around, and he arrives with his massage table and oils, but this time we set up in my bedroom instead of the living room and.... Well, the night turned into an interesting one to say the least!