Another success story in the point of view of the woman. Enjoy!

OK, so I was finally going to be able to have some time to myself, and I looked without much expectation to see if any posts on the sexy part of Reddit spoke to me. I spotted u/throwawayyy1008’s post offering one of my favorite hard-to-find things: a sensual massage for women. I had seen the post before but had never been able to host, but now I was, and so I tried my luck and contacted him with a picture.

He was respectful and friendly from the get-go, and had many questions to get right to the heart of what I was looking for in this experience with him. I felt more and more at ease as I observed how seriously he was taking my pleasure and my needs. We built up a good rapport as he honored the mental aspect of my sexuality and teased me from afar, to the point that by the time the day we’d meet was here and my body was already eager to meet him.

Despite some parking difficulties, he made it to my doorstep, massage table in tow. I let him in and he made easy conversation while quickly setting up, then we shared some wine as he tried to ease me out of my rather stubborn shyness. He has a bright smile and easygoing, soothing way about him, and made sure the lights were dim enough and I was otherwise comfortable. He extended his hand and led me to the massage table, then asked me to undress fully, except for my panties because he knew I liked those being slid off me, and to get under the sheet while he washed his hands. 

The massage began therapeutically enough, his strong hands working devotedly on some very stubborn knots and relaxing my body. However, I was riled up enough that when he hit a few spots, my hips would rise off the bed, hungry for his touch. It wasn’t long before he gently began addressing that, teasing me around my inner thighs and my outer lips. Both while teasing and while working on more stubborn knots, he would lean so close to my ear or my neck that his lips would brush against my skin, and he’d whisper reminders to breathe. All he asked of me was that I breathe and relax into the time that was mine.

Before long it was time for me to turn over, and after blindfolding me (with full consent, I wanted to experience the sensory deprivation), then sliding his hands all over my front and massaging my breasts, he finally placed his fingers on the underside of my clit and began to rub it. My legs tensed, I whispered/gasped a hell of a lot of curse words, and I came so hard I would have been blind even without the blindfold. He tirelessly coaxed four more orgasms out of me, informed by our chat about what I liked and how, then sat me up and held me against him until I got my bearings anew. When I tried to stand, my shaky legs made it very difficult. We laughed and talked for a bit more, and once we knew I was OK we thanked each other, he cleaned up, gathered his supplies, and was out the door. He was as much of a gentleman as I wanted him to be, will honor boundaries and desires, and has a wonderful vibe. If you’re reading this while on the fence about calling on him, this internet dweller thinks he’s pretty great and you’d be in good hands, pun intended