I'd been a loyal client of the spa for years, drawn to the skillful hands of a particular masseur. His gentle touch and uncanny ability to melt away tension were legendary; each stroke a symphony of relaxation, leaving me feeling rejuvenated and revitalized.

On this particular day, I'd booked a special couples' massage with my husband, a well-deserved treat after weeks of relentless work. My husband only want a foot massage with another masseuse and decided to do that on the lobby.

Fine with me, I said.

As the massage started, a strange sensation crept over me, a tingling warmth spreading through my body. The masseur's touch seemed to have a deeper effect than usual, his hands lingering a l*ttle longer, his movements a l*ttle more deliberate. I closed my eyes, lost in the moment, my mind drifting away from the stresses of my day.

Suddenly, the masseur's voice broke through the silence, low and husky, "There's something else I can offer you, Joyce," he whispered, his breath fanning against my ear. "A special kind of massage, one that goes beyond the physical."

My eyes fluttered open, my heart pounding in my chest. I looked at the masseur, his eyes dark and intense, a mischievous glint in his gaze. I could feel a surge of excitement, a forbidden thrill that I couldn't quite explain.

"What is it?" I whispered back, my voice barely a breath.

The masseur leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear, "A yoni massage."

My breath hitched. I had heard whispers of this ancient practice, a sacred ritual of pleasure and intimacy. The thought of his hands exploring my most intimate parts sent a shiver down my spine.

"I... I don't know," I stammered, my voice barely audible.

The masseur's hand gently cupped my cheek, his thumb tracing the contours of my jawline. "It's a deeply relaxing and rejuvenating experience," he assured me, his voice a low rumble. "It can help release tension and unlock hidden pleasures."

My mind raced, weighing the risks and rewards. My husband was waiting outside, oblivious to the temptation that was unfolding before me. But the allure of the masseur's offer was too strong to resist.

"Alright," I whispered, my voice barely audible, my eyes locked with his.

The masseur smiled, a slow, predatory smile that sent shivers down my spine. He knew he had me.

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