Not Just Skin:

It’s more than just a massage. It’s a ceremony.

The gel is warm — almost hot — and it coats our bodies like silk. I don’t use my hands at first. I use everything else. The curve of my hips. The softness of my chest. My breath against your neck. Every part of me becomes part of the experience.

You’ll feel my thighs sliding slowly down your back. The slip and glide of my body over yours. Skin on skin. Heat on heat. The pressure deepens, then softens. I move in rhythm with your breath — slow, intentional, sensual. Almost like we’re dancing. Almost like we’re dreaming.

There’s no small talk. No distractions. Just the sound of breath and the feeling of being wanted in the most primal, tender way. And when it ends, you’ll feel like time bent around us. Like something changed.

Because it did.