After years of study and training, and then working for others, I had honed my massage craft to the point I felt comfortable opening my own place. Not one of those seedy places on the edge of town, but a legit massage business with a storefront in the main shopping plaza in town.

The thing was, for certain long-time female clients, lines may blur or even cross from time to time. It was never guaranteed, and didn’t happen all the time, but if the right signals given and the right feelings were passed between us, things could certainly cross lines.

The studio was well apportioned, a reception area to welcome customers. Plush, comfortable seating as they waited for the masseuse to get ready. Water, juices, and wine were always offered to clients as they waited. Down a small hallway off the reception area were several rooms, each with a table, chair, cabinets holding towels, oils,and lotions, and a small changing area with a privacy partition for undressing and dressing again. The walls were sound proofed, and covered in various pieces of art. And of course, soft music played, to keep the mood relaxed and easy going. ———————————————————————- Thanks for reading. Today I’d like to play a scene where you come to the studio for a massage and things cross the line. I’d like to include some buildup, flirting, and teasing to set the mood. Kinks are: buildup, kissing, foreplay, tittyplay, oral, squirting and cumshots, anal and assplay, and of course passionate, steamy sex in whatever positions we can work ourselves into. I’d love to hear back from you. PM only, no chat.