u/Adeebrulz

I’m just sharing because I feel good!

A friend of mine who’s a tist offered to do regular hypnosis sessions. We agreed to meet at her place in the evening 3 times a week. She helps me relax, and puts me under so she can help me with anxiety. She’s also been incorporating triggers that give her even stronger control over me. I feel like I go deeper every session. The erotic elements are just the cherry on top. I’m so excited for the future. I feel so liberated!

My friend introduced me to a friend of hers who does “private” massages. Her name is Valerie.

Valerie and I decided to go out for coffee on a little friend date. I love getting to know people, and making friends. Especially right now, because I’m fresh off a breakup.

Valerie is awesome. She’s kind of a trust fund kid, so she’s practically retired in her early thirties. She’s really smart and well traveled. She basically does private massage therapy as a side project that funds the rest of her interests. Some of which are running, crochet, sewing, video games, music, and spiritual stuff like witchcraft, hypnosis, and astrology. I seriously wish I had her life. So much time to sink into her interests.

Anyway, Valerie and I basically shared our life stories to each other. We instantly became friends. I’m admittedly going through a tough time, dealing with a lot of anxiety. She suggested we go on a run together, then she can take me to her place and give me a “massage” to ease my anxiety. I agreed enthusiastically, just wanting to hang out some more.

I went home and got ready for the run. She came and picked me up and brought me to her house.

We live in the same area of town, but her neighborhood is WAY nicer! Gated neighborhood, huge houses, lots of rich looking people walking their dogs. People waving at each other. Her house is insane. It’s huge, with beautiful stonework, a water fountain outside, a tiled roof.

We went for a casual 2 mile run. She let me shower before bringing me to her massage room. It was beautiful, with dark wood floors, and big windows. So much natural light. She told me to undress and sit in the large comfy chair in the corner of the room. The room smelled like lavender. I sat down, and she gave me the most heavenly foot massage. I think I actually fell asleep for a little bit.

After that she directed me to lay on the massage table. I laid there face down. She spoke to me a with a really gentle, sensual voice, telling me to relax. Saying things like , “Just focus on my voice… You don’t have to think… Breathe in… and out…” She spoke with this for most of the massage.

She started with my head. Then my upper back before going to my feet again. She worked her way up my legs. Then my arms. Then my lower back.

Next I flipped over on my back. I was so relaxed, my eyes were shut the whole time. She put a warm towel over my eyes, still speaking to me so gently. I remember feeling so turned on at this point. She spread my legs apart, supporting them with pillows. I don’t remember what she was saying but I remember it making me really horny.

The massage continued up my legs, but I couldn’t tell you when she started touching my pussy. She was just there. All I remember was feeling her hands tracing every part of my body. She teased my nipples, played with my hair, traced my legs. The whole experience was a jumble of pleasure in my head. She played with my pussy and nipples perfectly until I came. She really is a master massage therapist.

My friend introduced me to a friend of hers who does “private” massages. Her name is Valerie.

Valerie and I decided to go out for coffee on a little friend date. I love getting to know people, and making friends. Especially right now, because I’m fresh off a breakup.

Valerie is awesome. She’s kind of a trust fund kid, so she’s practically retired in her early thirties. She’s really smart and well traveled. She basically does private massage therapy as a side project that funds the rest of her interests. Some of which are running, crochet, sewing, video games, music, and spiritual stuff like witchcraft, hypnosis, and astrology. I seriously wish I had her life. So much time to sink into her interests.

Anyway, Valerie and I basically shared our life stories to each other. We instantly became friends. I’m admittedly going through a tough time, dealing with a lot of anxiety. She suggested we go on a run together, then she can take me to her place and give me a “massage” to ease my anxiety. I agreed enthusiastically, just wanting to hang out some more.

I went home and got ready for the run. She came and picked me up and brought me to her house.

We live in the same area of town, but her neighborhood is WAY nicer! Gated neighborhood, huge houses, lots of rich looking people walking their dogs. People waving at each other. Her house is insane. It’s huge, with beautiful stonework, a water fountain outside, a tiled roof.

We went for a casual 2 mile run. She let me shower before bringing me to her massage room. It was beautiful, with dark wood floors, and big windows. So much natural light. She told me to undress and sit in the large comfy chair in the corner of the room. The room smelled like lavender. I sat down, and she gave me the most heavenly foot massage. I think I actually fell asleep for a little bit.

After that she directed me to lay on the massage table. I laid there face down. She spoke to me a with a really gentle, sensual voice, telling me to relax. Saying things like , “Just focus on my voice… You don’t have to think… Breathe in… and out…” She spoke with this for most of the massage.

She started with my head. Then my upper back before going to my feet again. She worked her way up my legs. Then my arms. Then my lower back.

Next I flipped over on my back. I was so relaxed, my eyes were shut the whole time. She put a warm towel over my eyes, still speaking to me so gently. I remember feeling so turned on at this point. She spread my legs apart, supporting them with pillows. I don’t remember what she was saying but I remember it making me really horny.

The massage continued up my legs, but I couldn’t tell you when she started touching my pussy. She was just there. All I remember was feeling her hands tracing every part of my body. She teased my nipples, played with my hair, traced my legs. The whole experience was a jumble of pleasure in my head. She played with my pussy and nipples perfectly until I came. She really is a master massage therapist.

Okay, this is really embarrassing, but it happened and it feels worth confessing. A few days ago, my boyfriend broke up with me for some personal reasons. He’s going through therapy and decided it was for the best. I wept. Hard. Like, I was ugly crying.

He tried to comfort me, and held me close while I cried. I don’t know what came over me, but I begged him to stay, and just fuck me. “Fuck me, fuck me, please!” I said through tears. Honestly so pathetic in hindsight…

He gave in and kissed my neck. He manhandled me, and carried me as he kissed me all over. I held on to him so tight. I felt his cock in me. He fucked me slow, then sped up. He fucked the whimpers out of me. Me kept going until I came.

I quickly knelt down and sucked his dick. I gave the best blowjob I’ve ever given him. I’ve never sucked it that deep. He came fast down my throat.

We cuddled for a bit, and spoke for a few hours. I cried some more, and he left. I’ll probably never see him again.