Raphael
First I lit the candles on the bedside table and the dresser, and turned out the lights. I turned on the music on my phone. It was low and sensual with a throbbing beat. Finally I poured the warm oil into my hands and gazed down at the beauty before me. Her creamy skin glowed in the candlelight like it was begging for my touch.
I started with her feet, which were small and cute, but not dainty. They were the feet of a hardworking woman, who, judging by the toughened soles, still preferred to run barefoot in the summer. I didn’t do too much to her feet because I knew she was too ticklish and it would ruin the mood I was trying to set.
I wasn’t exactly an experienced masseuse, but I had done a cram session on Y.ouTube to pick up some pointers on technique, not just for a massage
