I regularly lift weights and enjoy a good massage like anybody. For a while now, I’ve been going to a male therapist, previously wearing booty shorts, but this time, I thought fuck it, I’d wear just a thong. I didn’t anticipate getting so wet, but I did, and here’s what happened.

See, I find hands very attractive. Strong, working hands are a HUGE turn on. Naturally, you’ll think about what he can do with them. Around your throat, spanking your ass, holding you up against the wall. Ughh. Yes please.

Okay, so a bit embarrassing, but I’ll go into it.

When he came back into the room, I was on my front, towel over me, wearing just a peach coloured thong. Nothing fancy, just a Calvin Klein pair. A little while into the massage, I asked if he’d do my glutes, meaning, I’d be on my front and at times one of my legs would come up so he can work on the sides.

With the towel removed, I felt myself, uncontrollably, becoming ridiculously horny. I loved the idea of him wanting me, or at least, seeing me in a new light.

There was a silence, and I panicked, given I KNEW I was wet to the degree of it being visible in a light peach pair of panties.

As he went through the motions, my thoughts wandered. I wanted his hands all over me. I couldn’t fight the thoughts. I craved them. I wanted my underwear off. Then, reality hit, and I had a huge rush of… I can’t even hide this.

I failed in trying to compose my thoughts. Sweating a little and slightly nervous, I came out with, “I’m really sorry, it’s hard to fight. I guess it’s a compliment.”

Knowing him a little, although respecting he’s married, he replied, “no judgement. It’s not uncommon, nothing to feel bad about.”

He must’ve known that I’d have loved nothing more than to have been laid on my back on his massage table with my legs in the air. I wanted to give myself to him so badly.

But since porn isn’t real life, hey, the massage went on, and I went home to my vibrator.

If only I knew what he did when he got home.