Plus, my body was so relaxed that it was hard not to get excited. It was just fun to have that kind of sexual tension in the air again after a few years of sexual drought. Yet, this man was easily fifteen years older than I was and not even close to my physical type. So, when it happened a second time (perhaps “accidentally” knocked off by his intentional tough kneading), I laughed and said, “I’m so sorry to flash you - twice.” Rather than getting embarrassed, as I would’ve expected myself to be, it actually felt a little exciting to momentarily flash this masseuse. At one point during the massage, as I was face up, my towel slipped revealing my right breast. ![]() I had a male masseuse and he was the absolute right choice for my sore and broken-down body. I wondered if I was still sexy and still lovable. ![]() It was emotionally crushing and killed my self-esteem. My ex and I finally ended our long-term relationship in the last few years of our relationship, the sex was non-existent.
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