My First Erotic Massage: The Day I Shattered My Innocence
It was a sunny spring morning in Marignane. Saturday. I deserved a treat after a brutal work week. No husband, no kids. Just me. I called my usual spa. Fully booked. Damn. Laptop out. Searched for massages. Skipped the shady ads. Clicked a site for women’s sensual massages. Erotic. Tantric. Yoni? What the hell. Shock hit first. Then curiosity. Perfect wife, mom. Never cheated. Not even in dreams. Tall, brunette, slim at almost 40. Men stare. But a guy massaging me? No way. Closed the tab. Couldn’t focus. Is it cheating? Just a massage. Back I went. Read every word. Husband startled me. Slammed the laptop. Heart slammed too. Acted normal. Weekend dragged. No regular massage. But that site haunted me. Monday, reread. Tuesday, same. Obsessed. Clear, detailed. No doubts. Willpower crumbled. Booked by email. Cowardly. Recovery day off. Showered. Drove to Marignane. Knocked. Luc greeted. Medium height, brunette, charming smile. Clean apartment. Sat on couch. Sparkling water. Chit-chat. Weather. Easy parking. Trust-building phase. Explained the flow. So polite. But nerves churned. What am I doing? Stripping for a stranger? He saw my tension. Offered to cancel. Heart pounded. Eternity in seconds. ‘Now that I’m here, let’s do it.’ Idiot. But no regrets. More talk. He flirted. Eyes said I turned him on. Laughs eased me. ‘Tell me if anything’s off.’ Led to hot massage room. Clean. Left me alone. Stripped naked. Prone on the table. Thick foam. Legs slightly spread. Eyes shut. Door right at my feet. He’d see everything. Pussy. Ass crack. Waited. Door creaked. Silence. Staring? Wet already. Lights dimmed. Hand on low back. Warmth flooded me. Oil trickled. Circles spread it. Back, arms, light on ass, legs. Skimmed pussy. Back to cheeks. Kneaded them long. Head of table now. Feather touches. Pauses. Breasts included somehow. Flowed to ass. Heaven. Relaxed deep. Almost asleep. Then, finger grazed asshole. Shiver. Next hand deeper. Teased it. Pussy throbbed. Hot, soaked. Back to normal. Bliss. Whisper in ear: ‘Okay?’ ‘Very.’ ‘Continue?’ ‘Yes.’ Deeper now. Fingers invaded ass crack. Lingered on hole. Spread cheeks. Rubbed lips together. Dripping. Yoni massage. Around pussy. Anus to clit. No entry. Moaned soft. Heat built. Then away. Tease. Back again. Fingers parted lips. Clit strokes. Near vagina. Hands on cheeks. Spread wide. Kiss on crack top. Down. Tongue circled asshole. Licked it. First time. Husband never. Finger on clit. Mind blank. Hips bucked. Moans escaped. Pulled away. Tension eased. Flip time. On back. Breasts, belly oiled. Nipples hard. Legs, thighs, soaked pussy. Arm massages. Then breasts. Best ever. Groaned loud. Whole body caresses. Edge of insanity. Needed to cum. Begged silently. Yoni finale. Pubis, labia major, minor. Hips rolled. Waves crashed. Fingers inside. G-spot. Tongue on clit. Sucked, licked. Divine. Built fast. Exploded. Best orgasm ever. Arched, shook, screamed. Spasms owned me. He stopped. Waves faded. Lay there, spent. Innocence gone. New woman born. Addicted to that rush. That surrender. Heart still races remembering.
