Image by Rozalind Williams Photography of Raven Brookes

5th April 2019

By Raven Brookes

Just under 24 hours later, and I still have a smile on my face. And now, I will tell you why.

I have always been open to new experiences. It's a big part of my character. Those experiences can take many forms: new cuisine to taste, a new city to explore, and, of course, new and exciting physical sensations. I'll try pretty much anything twice.

Now, sensual massage had been on my radar before I learned of Amy and Mike's venture. I had taken part in a workshop a few years prior during a party in Norfolk, during which I massaged a young lady with the assistance of her partner, under the careful instruction of a seasoned pro. Amy was at the very same party, and we quickly became very good friends. But their friendship wasn't the only thing that I took away from that event. While I had enjoyed being the masseur during the demonstration, my curiosity about what it would feel like to be on that table never went away.

What can I say? I like new things.

One of the reasons it stuck in my mind, is a lesser known fact about me that I would go on to divulge to Amy during our consultation: I struggle to climax when there are others present. Including partners. It's not impossible, at least not anymore (I had suspected anorgasmia up until my early-mid twenties) but I still forsake my own pleasure for the sake of 'performing' a full climax for partners from time-to-time. This is a habit I'm keen to fully break – it’s not good for anyone involved.

Intimate bodywork, a situation in which I was being brought to orgasm by someone who would not be deriving any sexual pleasure for themselves, seemed like a good way to practice this delicate new skill. A sexual encounter in which I was completely passive would be completely new, and therefore had no expectations attached. Even if I didn't manage to climax, I would still enjoy the massage after all! With nothing to lose I spoke to Amy. And they kindly agreed to show me the business they had successfully built over the years since we’d met.

The date was set, and when it arrived I was greeted with a cup of Jasmine green tea after a very long day at work in Amy and Mike's warm and inviting Leicester abode. Despite Amy and I being firm friends, I wanted my experience to be as close to that of any other client, to which they gladly complied. Although we couldn’t resist a small catch up before the main event.

With our, sadly limited, time together Amy lead me through the booking form while I finished my cuppa, and polished off a tasty plate of pasta and vegetables (it had also been a long drive), explaining that this would usually be completed ahead of the session in the clients' own time. We used this opportunity to discuss my expectations for the session, during which I explained by difficulty climaxing as above, and also other sexual quirks, such as preferences when masturbating and unusual erogenous zones. I didn't know I had any of those, but hey, that's why we try the new things, eh?

Once all of that was done, and the consent forms were signed, Amy showed me into the incredibly quaint and soothing treatment room where everything was set up and ready, including soothing yet sensual music – think Massive Attack, and similar.

After a brief discussion about boundaries – and how this experience would be for a normal client (not all that different to mine it would seem, perhaps a little less familiarity and giggling) Amy ran the shower for me and told me what to do once I was clean, being sure to explain that communication was key to my experience. If I liked, or didn't like, something, I was to express myself – either vocally of physically. The experience, much like any sexual encounter, was two-way. I just wouldn’t be 'driving'.

I quickly showered the day off, returned in the towel which had been left for me, and set myself up on the extremely comfortable massage table while my booking form – including my requests and preferences – were reviewed in the adjoining room.

We had begun.

It began much as any massage would. I was feeling very tight in my back and shoulders (I sit at a desk all day) so it turns out, I needed this bit of it just as much as the rest. An adaptation of a traditional Swedish massage began, with some mindful encouragement for breathing and relaxing by tensing and relaxing various parts of my body in turn. I am someone who struggles to relax entirely (I highly suspect mild ADHD) and am I quite prone to anxiety and tension. But these elements combined with Amy's incredibly skilled hands quickly put me at ease. As the knots were worked out of my back and shoulders, and my lymphatic system began to do that very sexy 'draining' thing, I became thoroughly relaxed. So much so that I barely noticed the switch between traditional massage and the more sensual. Two distinct types of pleasure perfectly and gently blending into one.

Everything about the experience was built up very gradually. From the way the towel was moved and removed, to the steady build ups and wind downs between traditional and sensual. Amy would introduce new sensations as they gauged my pleasures, gently talking me through things when my curiosity got the better of me. When they discovered I liked the feeling of being scratched, a pinwheel appeared (… I need one of those). When I shuddered with pleasure at the feeling of their breath on my neck, they ramped that up to some exciting new levels.

Despite the plethora of sensations, cleverly weaved together, it was all very gentle and relaxed. The opportunity to get anxious was never presented, not even when I had to pause proceedings to blow my nose. Twice. Damn lymphatic system…

When it came to the more intimate stimulation, something I had all but forgotten about in my newly attained state of bliss, the build up was incredibly gradual. I had, quite naturally, been a little apprehensive – especially about the internal massage element – but I had nothing to fear. I was eased in in such a way that it felt completely natural, as thought I was just having another muscle in my body gently massaged. First with gentle external massage, then pressure on the vulva, then clitoral stimulation that could well have come from my own hand it was so precise and knowing.

There was also plentiful contact from Amy's own body as things progressed, which was a very welcome and 'close' sensation. Even though I was almost entirely passive during the experience, I felt involved in something that was bigger than me and my own needs. Amy was still involved and, as it turns out, that's always important to me.

The room was warm. I was completely relaxed. I had been gently teased and treated in all sorts of ways and my skin was tingling all over. I had been drenched in oil, which was warm and soothing and provided all the additional intimate lubrication – not that I'd have needed any at that point, but I'm a firm believer in there being no such thing as too much lube. I was in the perfect place for an orgasm.

And I got one.

A good one.

Once I'd recovered from my first release, Amy had me roll over to my back. I had been face-down the entire time at this point, simply enjoying the feelings, sounds and scent of the oil. Re-covering me with the towel, Amy slowly built me back up again, gradually exposing parts of my body massaging my breasts and stomach – neither of which are at all erogenous for me, but I still enjoyed it immensely.

I was quite chatty after my initial release (not at all unusual, as any successful partner would attest to) expecting that to be my lot. But Amy hadn't quite finished. After some gentle manual stimulation, from the front this time, they produced a toy they had briefly spoken about earlier with a 'I might use that on you later'. I'm not typically a great user of toys, and in my rather distracted – and very content – state I had forgotten that exchange.

The toy produced was a Satisfyer Pro 2 Next Generation [LINK] an intimate massager I had since learned was particularly popular on those who had struggled with Anorgasmia, or were recovering from abuse. With Amy's encouragement to simply 'let it do its thing' I did so, sceptical but curious.

It was a slow starter, but once it got me it got me good.

Three times.

I probably wouldn’t have managed it without being in the state of complete post-orgasmic relaxation I was already in, nor with Amy's gentle yet expert application. After my third wave, Amy returned to very gentle massage – culminating in a foot massage to help me 'come down'. That was nice.

I haven't stopped smiling since, not even during the two hour drive home, when several key motorway junctions were shut. Not even when my alarm went off after I'd snatched three hours of sleep.

It was that good.

I learned a few interesting things about myself, things that I wasn't expecting to learn. Mostly about how my body reacts when I just let it 'feel', rather than forcing it to feel… or even perform. Amy made that possible. And it's an experience I will never forget.

And yes. I'll be going back. New skills require practice, after all.

I couldn’t help but include this lovely picture of myself and Raven before the treatment started, she was far too relaxed for a photo afterwards! - Amy

*Raven opted for the Platinum Intimate Bodywork Treatment.

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