They say love is blind. Well! I don’t know about that, but what I can sure as hell tell you is that, on that day back in May, I was certainly blinded by lust.

It all happened one beautiful, sunny afternoon. Summer was well and truly on its way and the world somehow seemed a better place for it. It had been a lovely warm day and a gentle breeze teased its way along the avenue, carrying with it the scent of newly mown grass and the first blooms of honeysuckle. I had just finished off a particularly grueling workout at the gym and was heading for home.

I was certainly burning off more than a few calories dancing at the club, but as I am sure you can imagine, it was really important for me to keep my entire body in great shape and what seemed to work for me were regular yoga classes alongside a few hours of weight training in the gym, besides…since joining Hedonism Inc. I was able to realise a life long dream and become a member of an incredibly swish health club. You know…the kind of place that makes you feel as though you are someone really special the moment you walk through the doors. Being a member had other compensations too, as there were more than a few particularly cute boys and girls to keep you coming back for more. More about those little adventures some other time however.

The story I am about to tell you still makes me blush to this very day, but I do love it and my mind often takes me back there when I am soaking in a hot bubble bath, or lying beneath a soft cotton sheet, unable to sleep because of a certain little tingly sensation in my body.

I had sweated my way through a nice, long workout and had eaten a light lunch at the health club and now was heading home with the view to catching up on some of the schoolwork I was falling behind with. At this stage, I was still studying, but life as a Hedonism girl was really beginning to run away with me and it would not be long before I put my studies on hold for a while.

As I strolled along the street, peering into the shop windows and desperately trying to convince myself that I really did need yet another pair of sexy, strappy high heels, I became aware of how tight my shoulder muscles felt. This was nothing unusual as a dancer, as any of the girls will tell you. However, I had hoped to have stretched away the strain at my yoga class earlier that morning, but if anything things had taken a turn for the worse. Despite the heat of the day, I resolved to slip into a hot bath when I got home – and perhaps think of that cute brunette in those oh-so-tight, little shorts – when I spotted the sign. I must have passed it a thousand times, but had never noticed it properly before, who knows…perhaps it was fate calling this day.

“Catald Therapeutic Massage Centre,” it read in big, bold lettering. Jessica, one of the girls at work, had told me about this place. She was a regular visitor. Apparently it was staffed by blind masseurs, all fully trained and quite excellent at their jobs. She swore she had experienced the best massages of her life with them and that afterwards she felt