14/12/2025
So, I finally went for that professional massage I’d been planning for a month—my friend was practically forcing me to go for my 18th birthday, and everyone told me the masseur was absolutely amazing.
He was a middle-aged guy, all chill, super professional, and honestly, with his hands, you just knew he knew what he was doing. I was lying on the table, just in my undies, covered by a sheet, with some nice oil smells and music playing low in the background.
He starts with my shoulders, hitting the spots just right, and Im totally melting. He asks softly, "Is this okay, ma'am, is the pressure alright?" and I just nod and moan. I can feel his hand slowly moving lower, across my back, across my butt.
At one point, his fingers slid below the edge of the towel, totally by accident (or at least it seemed that way), and instead of freaking out, I felt this weird tingle all over my body.
I didn't say anything. Now he's going slower, taking his time. I think he noticed my reaction because his breathing started getting deeper. After about 10 minutes, he whispered, "I'll go all the way down, okay?" pointing to my lower back.
I mumbled, "Y-yeah, a little lower would be great." And that's when it happened, the towel slipped a bit, and I just turned over without saying a single word. It was intense, unbelievable, without a single word. Just breathing, sighing, and feeling that we both knew what we wanted right then.
When he finished, he just kept going with the massage like nothing happened, and at the end, he told me to "feel free to come back when your back hurts."
Now I'm sitting here, thinking... should I schedule another appointment or nah?
Poster:
WildOne