Don't forget the clocks change for British Summer Time.
In other words Time Springs Forwards.
You might lose an hour's sleep???
Or why not just allow yourself some extra sleep this weekend. No pressure! Relax. Set yourself up for summer.
A good many of my clients fall asleep at the end of their session with me. We nneed more relaxation time in this hectic world.
How far would you travel for a sexy erotic massage?
Perhaps it isn't measured in miles but in time.
I'm near the M6 but it can get so snarled up you might be stuck on there for (what seems like) days.
As I'm at Alsager, the A50 and the A34 aren't all that far away. I prefer to stick to the A roads myself.
I don't know how far you would travel but i see clients from far far away.
Often those coming hundreds of miles or more have planed ahead and worked out that I'm on their route from one place to another.
However I see a fair number of people who travel over an hour just to see me, which reminds me of how important and unique is the service that I provide.
I suppose I should say there are very rare occasions I will cancel, which include ill health in the family or being snowed in. It happens sometimes. We can usually predict the weather at least a day in advance.
The brighter sky and longer days may have put you in the mood to try an erotic massage or new sensual touch... it certainly lightens the mood and just makes us feel more cheerful.
Spring is natures time for renewal and new growth so an obvious time to push your boundaries and try something new.
I asked Chatgpt to write a poem about it, but I have to conclude it isn't going to be getting a Poet Laureate position any time soon.
Of all the seasons, spring's the one, Where nature's urges cannot be undone. With a twinkle in the robin's eye, And a blush on the tulip nearby.
In the meadow, where daisies sway, Spring's sensuality comes out to play. The sun caresses the earth's warm skin, As desire ignites with a mischievous grin.
Butterflies flutter in a delicate dance, While rabbits frolic in a passionate trance. The bees buzz with an amorous hum, As springtime seduction begins to drum.
The breeze whispers secrets in the trees, As petals fall like love's guarantees. The scent of blossoms fills the air, A symphony of sensuality beyond compare.
So let's embrace this season's call, And surrender to spring's sensual thrall. For in the dance of life's grand play, Springtime's passion holds sway!
