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I walked into the room just wanting to relax. The light was warm, the air smelled of oil and calm… His hands started on my chest—slow, firm, steady. Each movement made my breathing quicken a little more. The silence grew thick, heavy with tension. Every touch seemed to last a second longer than it should. Only the sound of our breathing, the slow movements… and suddenly, the atmosphere changed. It wasn’t a massage anymore — it was something else. Something neither of us wanted to stop