My first bodyslide massage
Oh my fucking God, Linda. I saw an ad on Backpage for a massage studio in the city. I went there a few weeks ago. The place was up two flights of stairs and I paused in the lift foyer to get my breath back. I was nervous and my heart was pounding. I hesitated to go in because I could tell my voice would be croaky with nerves. It didn’t look like a sleazy place. It looked like it might be legitimate. Maybe I wouldn’t get a happy ending after all. I took a few deep breaths and...