I have a little routine speech at the beginning of every massage, you know, instructions to the client, etc. It usually goes something like this:
"I'd like you to start face-down on the table, between the sheets, with your face in the face rest...blah, blah, blah."
What I instead said to a client today, who, physically at least, was pretty much my ideal man:
"I'd like you between the sheets..."
I just kept on babbling, hoping he hadn't noticed (and praying his WIFE, who was getting a massage in the same room, hadn't noticed), then escaped to wait outside of the room while both of them got situated.
As I stood outside in the hallway, one thought was running through my mind while I waited for my blush to fade: Blog-fodder!
A Freudian slip, that's were you say one thing, but mean your mother?
It's when the cigar isn't a cigar!
well you made his day....everyone needs to feel that in their life....needed, wanted...it will all pass
Putz, I figure he didn't notice my slip. Thank goodness! And I put my foot in my mouth so often, I'm not bothered by it for very long...
Priceless ... you made my day with that one!
And you are obviously MUCH better at maintaining decorum that I am. Just can't take me anywhere any more.
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