The Masseuse

A small story of what happened to me in my beautiful years when I was in my second year of high school, and that story survives to this day.

Like a dreamy teenager, I looked at the man of my dreams.

That athletic man, with a good body, the face of an angel, that exciting man with whom all of us young girls fell in love once.

The only flaw of that man is that he is not interested in women.