Before the date, I had signals from her that she was a bit more relaxed compared to last time but had a little anxiety still. I felt her cold hand as soon as I grabbed her hand as we headed for a taxi. As soon as we got to the room, we hugged and kissed, caressing on either side. She seemed surer of herself. I liked that aspect of it. She kissed my neck a lot and undid a few buttons on my shirt. We showered together again. Thoughtfully, she spread a lot of gel on my body and spread it carefully. I was the first to finish, wiped myself…

“Hello, Aura. I’m here, but I don’t see you.” “I’m on the platform. Now I’m off the train. I don’t see you either.” “There! I saw you; I’m coming to you.” We finally found each other. She smiled discreetly, her emotions overwhelming her even though she didn’t want to show it, but she didn’t refuse my brief kiss on the lips. She welcomed the next one with love. I grabbed her hand, and we headed for the nearest exit to catch a cab. That’s when I noticed something about her. Her hands were cold, even though it was quite warm outside. The strong emotions had caused her anxiety, which she…

I knew the place. I was familiar with the atmosphere. The setup, the soft lighting, the music from the speakers. Only, I didn’t stay for a massage session. I finally decided to go for an hour of erotic massage. If I had been wavering in making a decision up until then, each time I was invited, the detail that made me decide faster was when I saw the pictures on the website of Emma. I really liked her from the pictures and said, why not? I was going to leave myself in the hands of a very beautiful woman. They say photos deceive the eye. And they do. I’d built…

It was time to take my life into my own hands, and I had to start doing it on my own. I had to do something with my life. I couldn’t stay with my parents much longer. I was kidding myself. I knew it was going to be hard, but the help of my friend, Patricia, helped me to make up my mind quickly. For a while, until I managed to find a job quickly and then manage on my own, I moved into Patricia’s flat with her boyfriend, Laurence. I had an idea of what I was getting into, so I headed for the capital. I knew they were…

As the children get older, you find it increasingly difficult to have intimate relationships with your partner. You find it harder to hide away, and moments of old times together become increasingly rare. Frustration takes its toll on partners without them becoming aware of it at first. Sometimes, you remember the time when you loved each other almost every day, when the bed creaked from every joint. Your moments became rarer, once every 3 days, then once a week. When you manage to have intimate relations once every two weeks or less, as a man, you wonder, what’s the point if I’m still not using it now that I’m young?…