Delilah Saint Pierre D'oléron Prostituée ❤️

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Here’s a funny bit, though. One time, I was doing this massage, all sensual, oils, dim lights, the works, and the client fell asleep! Fell. Asleep. I was like, “Oi, I’m trying to be sexy here!” but then I laughed my arse off. Hilarious. Or terrifying, depending on how you look at it. Another time, this woman asked me to narrate what I was doing, like, “Tell me every move.” Weird, but I rolled with it. “I’m gliding over your skin, feeling the tension melt…” She loved it, but I felt like a bloody audiobook. Surprised the hell out of me.

Saint-Pierre-d’Oléron : une conférence autour des textes de Georges Brassens