Arousing Massage Fantasies and the Real World Encounter That Inspired Them Author's Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all. Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1”. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now… It all started with a decision; a seemingly simple decision. After years of ‘mañana’s and ‘maybe someday’s, I finally decided to get a professional massage. I had had an exhausting week and desperately needed to relax. With that in mind, I picked up the phone and called the first masseuse I found. Less than an hour later, the doorbell rang. “Wow! That was fast,” I muttered to myself as a hurried to let her in. I was stunned when I opened the door to find a breathtaking brunette—I had made sure to request a woman as the thought of a man’s hands on my body repulsed me—standing before me. Although not quite as hot as the characters in my stories, she was easily one of the hottest women I had ever seen. “Hi,” she said in a sweet voice as a smile curled her lips, “Did you order a massage?” I nodded, too overwhelmed by her beauty to speak. Minutes later, I was in my living room, being asked to strip. After a little hesitation—believe it or not, I am actually kind of shy—I slid out of my jeans and tank-top. I cannot be sure, but I think I actually saw a faint smile on her lips when she saw my naked body. “You can lie down,” she said in that same sweet voice. I hesitated. “I’m a virgin,” I admitted after a while. Her eyes widened, undoubtedly wondering why I was telling her that. “Oh my god!” I gasped, realizing how it must have sounded. “I mean I’ve never had a massage,” I quickly added. She giggled, which only served to make me blush even more. “Don’t worry, sweetie. …the next moment changed everything
