IV
I drove my girlfriend to the airport and immediately felt a sense of freedom. On my way back home, I was already thinking what I could do to extinguish the urge for some kind of sexual contact who could satisfy my hidden desires. I thought the solution was to have a really intense sex-related session without intercourse and finally get rid of this ever-present feeling of lust. It was a feeling that affected my clarity of thinking and, as much as I tried to, I could not repress it. I simply had to do something in order to move on with my life.
After some internet research that included a dominatrix and a beautiful green-eyed escort, I decided to start the journey with a sensual massage and booked a session for the following weekend. An escort would be too much, but a sensual massage would be in a grey zone that I felt comfortable with, thinking that I was merely going to have my ass and legs very well handled by a professional masseuse and maybe some soft touches on my genitals. The massage world was foreign to me, although I found it weird that the website included a catalogue of beautiful girls with naughty pictures of them. I did not want to have any sexual intercourse, but the feeling of being naked and touched seemed to be enough at the time.