Sex. Massages make me feel oogy and I don’t like them, really, except for maybe the occasional shoulder rub or back scratch situation. Sex, on the other hand, is a magical experience (when done properly) and makes me feel like my body is made entirely of liquid happy.
Define good sex. Because really, ‘good sex’ sort of implies that something’s lacking, or else it’d be ‘great sex.’ I’d definitely choose a great massage over so-so sex, though. And IME, a masseur/se either has it or s/he doesn’t. From the first touch of their fingertips, you know if it’s going to be amazing or just some stranger kneading away at you.
Ah, that’s my problem. I remember having a really good orgasm once, but after that sex has been something worth forgetting and almost worth regretting were it not for the creation of my daughter.
A massage on the other hand would be something I’d feel a lot more confident in giving.
My old girlfriend was the best lay of my life, easily in the top five most beautiful women I’ve ever met (professional model on the side) and a licensed massage therapist.
I can say with utmost confidence that I will choose the massage just about every time. Though I might be skewing the result as it almost always ended in sex.
Precisely, and I think some of the best sex I’ve ever had was preceded by (mutual) massage. The whole tactile experience just really gets me revved up.
That $8 bottle of massage oil was probably the best ROI I’ve ever gotten on ANYTHING.