I’ve always loved massages. That feeling when you stop dealing with life and don’t notice anything but the skillful hands of the masseur.

But this time I didn’t want a classic relaxing massage. I wanted to try something new. So after a few days of thinking, I placed an ad here on amateurs.

I knew I wasn’t looking for just anyone. Someone who thinks that massage is just a series of touches and then fucks. I wasn’t looking for that kind of person. I was looking for someone who can create a space, an atmosphere and knows what they’re doing.

After a few messages, I chose one. We agreed on a date and I got a few recommendations that should make my experience more intense.

I wasn’t supposed to masturbate for at least 2 days before, I was supposed to come washed, clean-shaven, without deodorant, perfume, even with only light makeup.

I traveled a few kilometers to find the masseur. Upon arrival, we sat down and talked for a few minutes. No interrogation, just casual conversation to put our minds at ease.

Then we went into the room where everything was ready for the massage. We started with simple breathing exercises. Slow inhales, long deep exhales. My shoulders dropped, my head went quiet. He gradually began to strip me naked. I closed my eyes and felt the tension and sense of control disappear from me.

And that’s when I understood that this wouldn’t just be about the massage.

He washed me all over with a warm towel, and then poured warm, very nice-smelling oil on me. Nothing happened quickly. Each movement had its own pace. Several times I found myself smiling. That strange feeling of satisfaction when body and thoughts stop going against each other.

The first orgasm didn’t take long to come.

And then came the next one…… and more intense….. wet. Various emotions were mixing inside me, I laughed out loud, my body trembled and I wanted to cry. I realized how unusual it was to be the center of attention without anything being expected of me.

I left home feeling lighter, calmer… still pleasantly greasy and smelling of oil. With the feeling that I had not actually discovered anything scandalous. Just a new way to stop for a moment and feel good about myself.