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…