Trust Fall

The massage started off like any other deep tissue massage. The young, male masseuse took his time massaging my glutes and eventually removed the small towel covering my ass in order to dig deeper. After I turned face up, he folded the towel so it was just below my mound and had me bend my knee and lay my leg to the side as he worked my inner thigh. I had a tight tendon and, while he was working it, he repeatedly bumped up against my labia. The masseuse came to the head of the table and asked if I was enjoying the massage. I moaned. He laughed and asked if that was a yes—I said it was. At this point he suggested I bend both knees and allow them to fall to the side. I knew I was on full display. He looked me in the eyes and asked, “is this okay?” I nodded. He began to massage my labia and I sunk into the intense pleasure and taboo. Again he asked how I liked the massage. I breathed, “It is… incredibly… thorough.”

Then the masseuse slipped his fingers into my wetness and it was difficult to know how to react. It felt amazing, but I couldn’t believe this was really happening. The more his fingers worked their magic, the more I moaned….

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