Every day as a therapist, it's the same routine - milky white lotions, soothing aromas, the soft, harmonious lull of the meditation track. The consistency is calming, it becomes like second nature, your fingers know the dance - yet, it's the curiosity, it's the people and their stories that make it an adventure every day. I reckon, after a while, it's not just about the physical relief; it's about the emotional connections, the fleeting conversations, the mini-catharses that occur on my massage table every day.👀
The door jingles and in walks my next client – a fiery redhead, with spunk in her eyes. She's new, not in my book of verified listings, and something about her piques my curiosity. There's a look about her, a glint that says she's a force to be reckoned with - a ball of fire waiting to singe. 🔥
Amidst her freckles, her laughter lines, I can sense the hours of stress, woven together like a delicate tapestry. As I start the massage, she eases into it, her muscles unwinding under the warmth of my touch, the knots melting away. With every stroke, as our bodies communicate through an ancient language of touch, a soft sigh escapes her lips. I look down, drawn by the intimacy of the moment. Our eyes meet, and there's a shared understanding, a spark. 💫
A part of me wants her to open up, whisper her secrets to me, just like the others do. I could be her confidant, her safe haven. But then, am I indulging too much, crossing boundaries? The questions play mind games, testing the waters in the heady pool of curiosity.
My heart races as I finish up, a mix of satisfaction and intrigue lingering, like a tease. It's strange, this attraction, this pull I feel towards her. 😘 Is it just her, or is it the thrill of the unexplored? Is it just the chase or something beyond? Questions whirl in my head, for the next time she walks through the door, maybe, I'd find my answers. 🤤🧫 |
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