My Sensual Female Massage

My Sensual Female Massage

It didn’t hit me till I stepped into the room that a sensual female massage was exactly what I needed.  The front desk person had let me in. The room was softly lit, warm, and inviting. It just felt like I needed to take deep breaths in that space. It was quiet and helped me to quiet the noise in my head and pause. I started to undress and get comfortable. And then she walked in.

She told me to take my time. Her voice was sultry, like smooth butter. I tried not to be embarrassed since I wasn’t fully under the sheet. But I had asked for the full service massage, and this was a sensual massage. I assumed not only would I be naked, but I would be touched intimately.

Being guided by another woman in such a calm and intentional way was comforting. I realized a sensual female massage wasn’t just about relaxing or getting off, it was about emotional safety.

I settled onto the table for my sensual female massage.

The soft sheet settled on my body, and the warmth overtook me. Then she touched me; it was a slow, deliberate grounding touch. Her hands moved with a purpose. The warm oil allowed her to melt my tension… Well, some of it. I was aware of every motion, every shift.

As the sensual female massage continued, my thoughts began to quiet. I wasn’t thinking anymore, I was just present and feeling. There was a rhythm to her movements. It was fluid and intuitive. She found all the spots where I held my stress, and she would stay there just long enough to release it.

She would whisper, “There it is,” and I would feel it release. While she was relieving my stress, she was lighting my fire. I could feel the wetness between my legs. I kept wondering what this full-service package entailed; I knew what I was hoping it did. Sore muscles weren’t all I needed released.

I was surprised when I realized that this sensual female massage was also emotional.

It was about letting go, allowing her to care for me without expectations or the “what comes after”. Nothing else mattered at the moment, to-do lists or responsibilities, just this magical journey she had me on.

She told me to keep breathing deep as she worked her way down my backside from head to toe. My body softened as my desire rose. It had been a very long time since I had felt this way.

I felt so connected to her, and my body was riding her every touch and stroke. The touch was so soft, she was so gently caring for me, and I loved it: the emotions and the desires in this little dance that was starting to drive me a little wild.

I had barely kept it together when she was doing my thighs, and I hadn’t decided if I wanted her to notice the wetness between my thighs while she rubbed my backside.

When she asked me to turn around, I thought… this is it! But she started on my scalp and then my face. She took her time on my neck and arms. She moved to my feet and legs. I knew this time there was no way she would not notice the wetness, the hitch in my breath as she got closer to my very wet pussy. This really was a sensual female massage.

She stopped and moved to my side.

Then she put a soft hand on my shoulder and checked in with me. She said this was the sensual part of the massage and asked for permission. I was so nervous and excited by this sensual female message. Getting to the sensual part, all I could do was nod and squeak out a yes. She then took off her scrubs down to her very beautiful lingerie and proceeded to the full service part of the massage.

I left relaxed and released. This will now become a part of my regular self-care. If you want to hear all the details of my sensual female massage or hear about my anonymous midnight connection give me a call, your fantasy girl.

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