One of the whack counselors we went to a few years ago (this is the one who blamed me, as opposed to the first one--who blamed H) suggested massage as a prelude to foreplay. He said it is a natural progression to go from being naked in a candlelit room and rubbing each other with oil to getting hot and bothered and doing the nasty. It seemed like good therapy to me, but H would conveniently fall asleep during our massage sessions so I gave up after awhile. (Gave up on the counselor too!)
