Thanks for contacting us. We've received your submission. I stand with my eyes closed, feeling awkward as Lisa lifts off my baggy T-shirt and peels down my underwear while breathing heavily on my neck. I must admit I was curious and confused all at once but my overriding feeling was I had to give it a try. The idea of the massage is to release physical and emotional blockages and free sexual energy to enable the recipient to become more in tune with her body.
Having never been comfortable with my own nudity, it was with some trepidation that I booked in a session with a London agency that specializes in sensual massage. Donning her white overcoat and black trousers, Lisa sets about creating the right ambience for my massage, which involved dimming the lights, lighting aromatic candles and putting on soothing music.
She works her way up the back of my legs and I start to feel blissfully relaxed when suddenly I feel a hand slip between my buttocks.
Lisa proceeds to slide her palms up and down the backs of my thighs, gradually edging towards the gap between my legs. Even when Lisa asks me to turn over and works her hands down from my belly to my privates, I feel caressed rather than sexed-up.
None of it feels intrusive at all. I am surprised to find that, instead of becoming aroused, I just feel tingly and blissful all over.
