Gonna have my first massage in like a year today. I’m not usually one for physical touch with strangers, and my budget mostly won’t allow for such treatments. But I want to treat myself. I’ve been into massage fantasies for a while, and combined with the exhibitionist and submissive tendencies, this is a great fantasy.

I know nothing will happen but since I’ve booked it, my pussy has been weeping nonstop. I decided I won’t wear a bra, just a slightly transparent white tank top with some lace. It’s a super hot day anyway. And I’ll wear my white lacy slip under my shorts. I’m nervous and excited, I could really use the relaxation. Body compressions and tight hugs are always great for my nervous system. But mostly, I just enjoy a firm grip and that’s what I’m thinking about. I love getting gripped firmly by my thighs or hips especially. And it’ll be my first massage by a man, in the past I’ve booked with women to feel safer. So this sends an extra thrill down my stomach. My mind is racing with how the touch will feel and if I’m even able to relax or if my heartbeat and thoughts will keep me occupied the whole time. If people on the street will see my nips through the top. If my lace peeks out my shorts. What if I’m still drenched and soak through? I guess I’ll find out…