For a moment, I felt like a child again. My head rested on a silky pillowcase, fingers gently combing through my hair while a soft voice whispered in my ear. But this wasn’t bedtime — and that ...

Fingers play lightly through your hair. The tantalizing and delicate smell of sweet orange. A soft brush traces across the ears. The prolonged ring of a singing bowl. The skin prickles with each new ...

It starts with a feather touch. A real feather tail brushes your head and slowly glides down your back. Then cometh the soft bristles moving over your head, your shoulders, and your arms too. There's ...