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| 50261371 | 03/08/2025 2:57:07 |
| Dear Journal,
Today was usual, the same routine. But then, my 5PM client walked in; tall, with an aura that screamed power and ownership. I've seen countless bodies on my massage table but this... this was different. For someone like me, who loves to impose control and command power, this was an experience that redefined my typical working day. I knew, deep down, this wouldn't be my regular "therapeutic" session. This was going to be my favorite XXX 💫
As I started working my magic on his tired body, the smell of lavender oil mixing with the masculine scent of sweat, I could tell he was surprised at the shift in dynamics. He, the brusque businessman, who dominated in the boardroom, was at the mercy of my controlled, practiced movements. Just lying there, feeling the pressure of my hands on his shoulder blades, neck, and the sacred 🍑. I could feel him squirm a little under my touch, the hint of discomfort in his eyes, as if not used to surrendering control. It was intoxicating, tasting dominance first hand, making a strong man tremble with my touches. I loved every second of this encounter and the thrill it was giving me. I always knew, I commanded power, but today… Today was a revelation.
As the session drew to a close, I lessened my pressure, navigating my hands to his lower body. He trembled under me, a sign of his held back desires, of his unfulfilled needs. My heart was pounding in my chest, panting silently. I could see this control, this power that I held was something new to him, something he was not used to but something he undeniably craved. It was right there, in the furrow of his brows, in his clenched jaw. A silent plea for more. Yet, we both knew the boundaries. With a few finishing strokes, I let him go.
I still feel the adrenaline pulsating in my veins, the lingering scent of lavender oil and man mingling in my nostrils. It was more than just a massage session. It was a power play and I was in control. It was a dance and I was leading. It was my day and I was the sun. It was my favorite XXX 😍
Until next time, dear diary, I have some dreams to replay.
Con amor,
L. |
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