The Best Erotic Gift

"What should I give you for your birthday?" my boyfriend mused, then flashed a mischievous smile: "How about an erotic massage session?" "An unusual gift," I thought — and immediately agreed. Full of anticipation, we rushed to one of the finest massage salons in Kyiv.

The staff was mildly surprised to see a woman walk through the door — men usually arrive without their partners. I paid no attention to this and made it my mission to correct the injustice.

On the way there I pictured a handsome young masseur with strong yet tender hands. Instead, a young woman stepped into the room. I felt a little awkward — I had never considered myself to have any lesbian inclinations. As it turned out, my worry was completely unfounded.

There I was, lying on the massage table, wrapped in a warm towel, a pleasant aroma drifting through the air, soft music playing in the background. The towel came off — and it began.

For the first half-hour my body was kneaded, stretched and worked so expertly that my bones seemed to sigh with relief. Each touch of those gentle yet strong hands sent a wave of warmth through me. Honestly, it was not especially erotic at first — but then I suddenly felt weightless. That, it turned out, was only the warm-up.

Soon the soothing music shifted to something more passionate and stirring. "Now the real fun begins," flashed through my mind.

And so it did. I was stroked, caressed, tickled, gently bitten... The most astonishing sensation was the touch of bare skin against mine — incomparable. Deep down, my inner journalist was still taking notes, determined to capture every nuance of the experience.

I am no prude, yet until that moment I had not suspected that a woman could give another woman such exquisite pleasure. A point came when my inner censor quietly stepped down from its post...

"So, how was it?" my boyfriend asked as I floated out of the Bagira salon, relaxed and glowing. "Darling, thank you for this gift," I said. Then, with a sly smile, I added: "Good thing the session ended when it did — another few minutes and I might have had to reconsider my views on traditional orientation!" :) A Guest