For liberal values of “clean” maybe, which allow for…well, never mind.
I can think of one possibility, but it is entirely inappropriate and I apologize for even briefly thinking of it.
I demand to know and, being me, feel obliged to threaten you with an attack by light-sabre wielding velociraptors if you do not comply.
I regularly get ‘bathed’ by total strangers, hell, men! We have many public baths & saunas here and they always have some kind of…(how do I put this) scrubbing service available. You go steam in the 42C hot tub for a couple minutes and get all soft, and when you’re ready the guy pretty much scrubs several layers of skin (dead *and *living it feel like) off of you. I also do about 45 minutes of hot tub -> really cold pool and back, and its the most refreshing thing ever. I always look forward to going every 2-3 months.
As in, I enjoy it so much, I have to wonder if I’m cheating. A little joke, maybe a dumb one. Maybe I’m weird for finding the shampoo thing sexy, but it feels so good!! I can probably trace it all back to the time when I was about 14 and a I had a hairstylist who looked exactly like Patrick Swayze. In this scene.
Anyway, COF…hmmm…Creepy Old Fart? I kid, I kid!!! I don’t mind washing my patients up except for the time it takes. I’d rather get someone cleaned up than tend to a patient with bad BO all day. And I’m happy to make someone feel better, that’s what I do. It’s got to be a little bit of a comfort, even though it’s no substitute for a real shower.
Happy ending?
(only if I, a male, am being bathed by attractive females)
Depends on who’s doing the bathing.
Yes, if it is by an attractive woman. No, if it’s by a man or an ugly, old, and/or fat woman.
I’ve had this done a couple of times, in Istanbul and in Morocco. Both times it was far from erotic, it was more like being a kid and your Mum washing you. Here’s my blog entry from the Istanbul trip:
Seconded, IF I weren’t married. But I am, so no thanks.
Certified Old Fart. Cranky Old Fuck.
Freekalette, more and more.
Sheesh, Vetbridge. Pick it up lad.
I do not want to be bathed by anybody unless there is a happy ending involved- given that I’m heterosexual that leaves out Turkish men.
Re that cylindrical thing
Traditionally, your back was scrubbed with a platzah- a branch (I think usually myrtle) with herbs and suds. I assume the cylindrical thing is a plastic equivalent of a platzah.
I had a very similar experience in a Moroccan hamman, in which a large Moroccan woman sanded and then beat me to death. Or so it felt.
There’s a Korean spa here where they have a service where you soak in hot water for a half hour and then they scrub the crap out of your skin.
It’s quite relaxing. And my skin feels great afterwards.
On the day following my spinal surgery, I was bathed (wiped down with baby wipes, anyway) by a male orderly/attendant. And I mean wiped down ALL FREAKING OVER, which I wasn’t expecting at all. It was disconcerting, to say the least. He also shampooed my hair and shaved me, which didn’t bother me at all. I actually don’t remember the sequence of events but since I was very nearly helpless as well as drugged nearly senseless and needed the hosing off, I didn’t object. By the time I knew he was going to do the disconcerting parts, he was already doing them. As to if I would allow another male to wash me again, it would depend on conditions, I suppose. Situational morals and all.