Lately I've been really interested in sexually charged environments / moments / whatever you want to call it - but with no actual substance to them.

One scenario that I've thought of is to hire an expensive masseuse. When I go to the address she gives me, it's just a house. Hmm - maybe she's turned a house into a massage parlor. I knock on the door, she answers and invites me inside. It doesn't feel like a massage parlor inside, though... it's just a house. She has me follow her, and low and behold, she takes me to the bedroom. (Don't lose me here, this isn't going where you think it is).

I'm pretty uncomfortable. I thought I was getting a normal massage. I tell her, "hey, uhh, I just want a massage".

She laughs a little uncomfortably, and explains "Sorry, I should have mentioned when you booked the appointment - it's just a little awkward. This is my first massage. I just need some extra cash." She blushes. "Not like that. I mean, I'm just getting started. I just don't have a personally set up yet, you know?"

She hands me a folded towel, tells me to undress, lay on the bed, and cover myself with the towel, and leaves.

It's not a great massage - it's really apparent she's new to this. I highly doubt she's been trained in any way. But the whole time there is sexual tension. I keep wondering if she's going to try to sweeten the deal by doing something "special". But she never does. At the end of the massage, I'm not disappointed. I'm energized. It was a terrible massage as far as they go. It was twice as expensive as a normal massage. She basically lied about her experience before I booked it. But the 90 minutes of sexual tension has me nearly exploding with energy. Time to go home and fuck my wife.

If anyone wants to play out that scenario (or something vaguely similar) reach out!