escort diary® of Elena De Armas: The Art of Erotic Touch
Most clients ask me what I enjoy the most, and my answer is always the same—many things! It depends… Every person brings a different energy, and sometimes, certain things feel better with one person than with another. Not everyone has the same skills, after all.
But if there’s one thing I truly love, it’s erotic massages.
One day, my physiotherapist casually mentioned that during his studies, he had worked as an erotic masseur.
Oh yes… my mind instantly went Mmm…
Because if there’s something women adore, it’s a good massage.
But at the time, I simply smiled and let the conversation drift away. Despite what you might think, in my personal life, I can be quite shy about these things. So I listened, intrigued, but didn’t act on it—after all, I had never had a erótic massage with a professional. And let’s be honest, It was very erotic.
For over a year, he remained my physiotherapist. Until one day, curiosity got the best of me… and I finally asked him for that massage.
And wow. Just wow.
It started like any regular massage—his hands moving slowly, expertly easing tension from my body. But then, little by little, his touch shifted, becoming more intentional, more intimate. The heat between us built naturally, without rush, as he read my reactions with perfect precision.
He knew exactly how to tease, how to explore, how to push me to the edge of the best squirting that I had never had, and then bring me back, only to send me spiraling again. It was a level of skill I had never experienced before—pure control, pure pleasure.
Let’s just say… I left that session with a whole new appreciation for the power of touch.
And no, before you ask—I don’t always have those kinds of reactions. It takes the right hands, the right rhythm, the perfect technique. But that day? He knew exactly what he was doing.
Time slipped away, and honestly, I could have stayed there for hours.
It was, without a doubt, one of the most unforgettable experiences of my life.
