It was around five or six years ago, during a phase in my life when I was deeply immersed in mongering. My fascination with the unknown often led me to visit massage establishments on a whim, embracing the excitement of trial and error. But this time was different. This time, I visited one of my usual spots, intent on meeting someone new—a woman I'll call Rose.

The familiar routine unfolded as I entered the private room, anticipation coursing through me. I undressed, took my place on the massage table, and waited with a mixture of eagerness and curiosity for her arrival. When the door finally opened, I was utterly mesmerized by the vision that stepped inside.

Rose was striking. Her complexion was fair, and her petite frame—standing around 5'2" or 5'3"—was perfectly proportioned. Slim yet captivatingly curvaceous, she carried herself with a subtle sensuality that hinted at her mixed heritage—part Thai, part Algerian. Her features bore an exotic charm that set her apart, her dark hair framing a face that was at once adorable and seductively alluring. She wasn’t the typical type I’d encountered before, and I was instantly entranced.

We quickly got the formalities out of the way, my intentions laid bare. And then, with no hesitation, I indulged in the electrifying allure of her presence.

I pulled her close, feeling the softness of her skin under my fingertips, the warmth of her petite frame against mine. My hands roamed freely, savoring every curve and the delicate rise of her breasts beneath my touch. Our lips met in a fiery kiss, each moment intensifying the connection as I slowly undressed her, revealing her slender form adorned in lingerie that accentuated her natural beauty.

Overcome with desire, I knelt before her and began my worship. Starting at her feet, I traced my tongue along the arch of her toes, moving upward, lingering over her legs, her thighs, her hips, and higher still. I left no part of her untouched, no inch of her unkissed. I turned her around, my hands caressing the curve of her back, my lips mapping the contours of her body from the soles of her feet to the nape of her neck. The taste of her skin was intoxicating, the scent of her drawing me deeper into the haze of desire.

When the moment was right, I slid her panties off, my lips descending to her most intimate places. I explored her with fervor, savoring the sweetness of her as she surrendered to my every touch. Her body trembled beneath me, and with each passing moment, we became more attuned, more connected.

Finally, I took her in my arms and positioned myself above her, entering her slowly, savoring every second of the union. We moved together, our bodies finding a rhythm that was as natural as breathing. Time seemed to blur as we lost ourselves in the intensity of the moment, making love with a passion that left us both utterly spent. We indulged each other again and again, our energy seemingly endless, until two hours had passed in a whirlwind of ecstasy.

That session with Rose wasn’t just unforgettable. Her allure and our undeniable chemistry drew me back time and time again, and I became her regular. We even ventured beyond those four walls, sharing fleeting moments outside the confines of her work.

It was a thrilling, intoxicating chapter of my life—one I’ll always look back on with a mix of longing and fondness.