An Erotic Massage Is Always the Perfect Answer

Sometimes you just wanna turn up the heat

New year’s resolutions can be exciting and motivating… but also a lot of pressure! So this year, while my boyfriend and I were snuggling on the couch before the big celebration, we played around with the idea of a resolution that was just for fun. Something to bring a little life back into things after stressing over career goals and hitting the gym. Now, I didn’t realize what a game-changing idea it would be to suggest I wanted to add some erotic massage to the bedroom.

Really, I didn’t even think the idea would stick. We have dabbled with a lot in the bedroom – from toys, to naughty neighbor role-play. So I figured erotic massage would just be another thing we try out a bit before playing with the next thing.

Boy was I wrong!

Turns Out It’s a Craving We Both Hungered For

The first night he gave me an erotic massage, my boyfriend slid a plush towel over the bed, and patted it with a wink, his fingers teasing over the massage oil. I thought we’d start with some amateurish squeezing. Instead, turns out he’d watched like three different YouTube videos, and suddenly my hamstrings were being kneaded with the patience and finesse of a world-class baker. There was a sexy playlist. There were scented candles. I was instantly naked, giddy, and already kind of obsessed. But nothing prepared my body, or my brain, for the slow, wicked progression from innocent back rub to the ritualistic worship of every square inch of me.

Honestly, it surprised me how shy I felt about getting an erotic massage. I’m usually the one in our relationship with the filthy mouth and the fearless attitude, but for some reason, it was intimidating to just lie back and let myself be pleasured unconditionally. Except seeing how much my boyfriend loved it was such a turn on. And it didn’t hurt seeing him get visibly more and more turned on as well, of course! With those firm hands gliding sensually over my skin, soon after I’d also feel his hard-on poking into me with every languid stroke.

Erotic Massage Left Me Hot and Wanting

Within a week, we invented “Massage Monday.” It became less “Spa Night” and more “Erotic Wellness Ceremony,” really. Sure, that sounds like it should involve incense, but really just means my man worshiping my ass for forty-five minutes straight. By the third Monday, I’d bought a whole new set of scented oils, because—let’s be honest—I’d started to treat “Massage Monday” like my own personal religion.

It has made our sex life so hot and intense. And even just date night is way more intimate. I can’t help but savor any brush of our skin as it teases me with the craving of his hands gripping me all over. Getting an erotic massage is my latest obsession, I guess! But at least my boyfriend is just as obsessed with massaging me himself…

Is there some sensual fun like this you’d love to get up to with the queen of Goddess worship phone sex? Give me a ring and let’s see how good you squeeze this ass for me!

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