Smooth, strong hands, that's what I need. Hands other than my own, hands that can soothe the aching muscles and agonised nerves that jangle and cramp in the parts of my body I simply can't reach.
Hands slick with scented oils, gliding over my skin, unpicking the knots of my tension, erasing the memory of pain.
Oh, how I want a tireless pair (or more) of generous hands upon me right now. But then, I also want a pair of magic trousers that make my arse look great, remove my back and leg pain and sexually stimulate me on demand. Life's full of frustration.