escort diary® of Alma Noire: I Was My Own Trouble Today
I didn’t plan to be naughty today… but the second I slipped into that tiny spa robe, I knew I was about to misbehave.
The massage oil was hot—almost too hot—and the therapist’s hands slid over me so slowly it felt like she was teasing me on purpose. Every stroke down my back made my breath catch. I swear she knew exactly what she was doing, because by the time she finished, my whole body felt tingly, sensitive, and just a little… wicked.
Then the facial—soft brushes, warm steam—touches that shouldn’t have felt as good as they did. I caught a glimpse of myself after: flushed cheeks, glossy skin, that “I’ve been up to something” look. God… I looked sinful.
I left the spa feeling like trouble in human form.
I kept touching my own skin, just to feel that slippery, warm glow.
It made me blush.
And it made me smirk.
Now I’m in my silk robe, legs curled under me, feeling way too good about myself… and honestly? I can’t tell if I’m turned on by the treatment—
—or by how irresistible I look right now.
Either way… I’m my own fantasy tonight.
