Does doing a massage make one aware of a high sexual drive? I wasn’t sure, but earlier on, when I went to JB with Xav and tried a traditional Chinese massage, I felt like every part of me was being exposed.
The spa smelled of calming oils and herbs, and soft music played in the background, creating an intimate and heightened atmosphere. As I lay on the table, the masseuse’s hands moved with confidence and precision, gliding over every tense muscle with a rhythm that seemed almost intuitive.
After a few minutes, she paused and asked a series of questions, starting with casual ones about sleep and stress, and gradually moving to more personal inquiries that made me acutely aware of my reactions. I could feel my pulse quicken under her attentive gaze and the subtle weight of her observation.
She claims she could sense a high energy within me, evident from the tension in my shoulders, the way my body responded to specific pressure points, and the almost imperceptible shifts in my breathing. A flush rose to my neck, a mix of embarrassment and an unexpected thrill.
The most intense part was that she had barely started, less than thirty minutes in.
