So I felt better, though I said no."Next was the ultra-opulent Mandarin Oriental Spa, known for its lavish views and obsequious service."I felt like I could throw a fit over the temperature of my Pellegrino, and it wouldn't be out of the ordinary," Joanna observed.This time, her method consisted of suggestive moaning and pulling the strategically placed towel away during the "inner thigh" portion of her deep tissue rubdown.
But until recently, the female version of the happy ending has remained doggedly taboo.I did [have an orgasm]; afterward, people kept stopping me on the street to say, 'Oh my God, you're glowing.' " Chemistry with your masseur is a key factor, and one that can't always be controlled.But if it's present, the possibilities are endless."I was going through a divorce and feeling like hell," said Alexa, a 30-year-old attorney.Then, Joanna got a tip in the Mandarin's plush relaxation room."I started chatting with this woman in her mid-30s, who looked like she went to spas all the time," she said."When I mentioned I was going to another spa tomorrow, she told me, 'Oh, you have to go to Cornelia.