Sensual Massage Therapist

One of the most exquisite massages I ever had was by a sensual massage therapist down in Jamaica. That masseur really knew how to handle feet, and from the first moment he touched me, his hands were warm, his touch was firm, and I knew I was in for one of the most sensually beautiful experiences of my life.









I’m surprised my husband didn’t object to me getting a treatment from that sensual massage therapist. I was convinced I was in love him by the time he finished!

This particular sensual massage therapist practiced his craft on the beach, within walking distance of our hotel. The breeze was soft, the shade of nearby palm trees protected us from too much sun, and the tranquil sounds of the water gently lapping at the shore with an occasional beach bird calling out, made the environment perfect for relaxation.

Before he even began the massage therapy, I soaked my feet in a tub of sea salts containing kelp and dulce. Adding massage strokes to this soaking became a sensual fusion for releasing tension from within. The sensual massage techniques combined with the foot soak transported me to nirvana.





After soaking my feet, he scrubbed my heels and the balls of my feet with a loofah, a natural sea sponge, to loosen any dead skin cells and reveal the soft skin beneath. After a thorough rinsing with lukewarm water, my feet were thoroughly dried by the masseur, patted, not rubbed.

First I was instructed to lie on my back on the massage table. Gently, with the perfect amount of pressure, he rubbed the oil from his hands all over my feet, starting from the bottom and working his way up. Every long stroke he took was sheer heaven.

We walk on our feet all day, stand on them incessantly, and depend on them for so much, yet they are never given the respect they are due. Here was the respect they needed, and so much more.

After he massaged my insole and arch with the fist of his hand, he used his thumbs to press out pain in my arches that I hadn’t even known existed. At first, I must admit, it was almost a bit painful, and I yelped out like a sissy. But he continued his rubbing, and in no time at all, what felt like the pressure turned into relaxation, and then the relaxation turned into bliss.

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The relaxation I was experiencing in my feet was spreading up my legs into every area of my body. It was a tranquility and peace I had never known before.


I never knew a sensual massage therapist could make me feel so good, just by massaging my feet. It was a sensual freedom, in a sense, knowing that this very non-sexual part could be responsible for so much sensual enjoyment.



Soon, he was working on my toes, rolling each one gently between his fingers, giving each toe the same amount of attention. Often, he’d slide his fingers between my well oiled toes, putting just enough pressure onto the balls of the feet and the tendons between the toes to really push and pull out the tension that we just assume is a normal way for our feet to feel.

Eventually, he slid his hands slid down the tops of my feet, gently using his thumbs to caress the inner arch, then rolling the foot slowly to the left and then the right.

Anyone can become a sensual massage therapist with the right tools and the right attitude. Improve your health and sex life.

If it’s done right it is one of the greatest practices we can offer.


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