He told me his fantasy straight away — a massage that doesn’t stay a massage. I didn’t even have to think, I said yes. The funny part is he promised to set the whole thing up in his hotel room, candles, table, the works. I was curious how far he’d take it, and if I’m honest, I was almost embarrassingly eager. I knocked ten minutes too early, nerves and excitement tangled together.
“Hello, I’m here for your massage appointment,” I said, playing the part as soon as the door opened. His smile gave him away though — he was as caught up in it as I was.
Inside, the room was dim, heavy with lavender and candlelight. Too perfect. He’d even dragged in a massage table. I had to bite back a laugh at the detail of it all. Instead I tied myself into the role, guiding him down, my hands on his shoulders like I really was the professional.
His body softened under my touch, sighs slipping out one by one. I slowed down, pressing into him, pretending to focus but secretly enjoying the way he reacted. That’s the thing with role play — you tell yourself it’s a mask, but the line between play and truth is thinner than you think. And for anyone wondering, there’s something uniquely intoxicating about the slow burn of a massage escort in London, when the service isn’t quite what you booked.
When I asked him to turn over, the atmosphere changed. He looked at me differently, and I couldn’t stop myself from looking back. My hand drifted, just a little off-script, and his breath caught. That was it. Pretence shattered. Our lips met, the kiss clumsy at first, then deep kissing.
The table creaked under us as if it knew what was happening. We moved together, not carefully, not like strangers at all. The candles blurred at the edges, and for a moment it felt like the whole room was conspiring to keep us lost in it.
Afterwards we just stayed tangled, breathing hard, laughing at ourselves for how far we’d let it go. His eyes said what he didn’t — that this wouldn’t be the last time. And honestly, I didn’t mind.
If that pulled you in, you might enjoy the next chapter of temptation — A London Escort’s Flatmate Fantasy