After I returned from Switzerland, I went to work at a salon in Bucharest. This salon did not have a very good reputation. I will not say the name of that salon here because it is not ethical. It didn’t have a good reputation because the girls had no training. Their only goal was to achieve their daily massage target and get clients out of the room in a maximum of 25 minutes.

I think I was the only “silly girl” who respected the time of the massage and this brought me both the respect of my clients. Also this brought me long-term benefits. I’m telling you this to understand a little the context in which I met “X”. He was one of the few clients who would convey to me what I had been conveying to my clients for years in terms of feelings. That experience remained well imprinted in my mind. It seemed to erase many other negative ones, as if I had restarted my career as a masseuse.

It all happened late one night when, behind the curtain, a serious voice listed to the receptionist which girls he did NOT want to see. I thought then, being the newest masseuse in the salon…”what would those girls have done that this customer doesn’t want to see them..?” And how arrogant this client must be!
We armed ourselves with attitude and heels and only 3 girls out of the 10 got lined up in front of him. A poor statistic, in my opinion.
He chose me and I went upstairs to a large and airy room. I studied him for 2 minutes while he was undressing. Although I liked him and he looked very good, I didn’t have any other kind of reaction because I never liked muscular or handsome men. This men are being proven to be the most difficult customers.

A game…

I returned to the room after 5 minutes and started the relaxation massage from the soles. During this time he was on his phone and I noticed that he was caught in a game. I was thinking …how can you be paying for a massage and be playing on your phone at the same time? It looked like it was going to be a failed massage. I appreciated thought, that he did not try to touch me and was a perfect gentleman.

I like to think that I’ve always been a professional and I’ve never let anyone know that I don’t like it or that I am enjoying it either. Everything I felt while my body touched his, would remain for me and me alone. There was something in his eyes… The way he looked at me was disturbingly unsettling. I felt admired but a little intimidated at the same time. .

The session ended in a pleasant way. I had the satisfaction that I had offered a massage and that someone had received it as it should have, with an open heart. Later, he looked for me in that salon, but my collaboration with them had ended. After a few months, we met again, by chance, in another salon where I had the record of working only one day. If you are curious, I will tell you about this another time.

The reunion…

I saw Mr. X again and recognised him immediately because of  his voice. It seemed that his outings were only late at night and that in this salon he was very familiar with the receptionist. Our eyes met and he picked me again. I wasn’t sure if he remembered me or if his choice was a pure coincidence.
It is certain that this time he did not play on his phone during the massage and was more involved. There are barriers that every masseuse has, and that’s how it should be. This is the limit between personal and professional. He somehow managed to break these barriers just by the way his hands touched my body. I’ve said this before, my innate sensuality is the engine of my job. When you’re dealing with such a sensual client, it seems that everything becomes perfect.

Emotions…

I don’t know how to perfectly describe in words the intensity of the emotions I experienced. My body twitched with every touch of his, and we managed to have such an erotic and successful massage. All this without even having sex. The desire probably existed, but we both knew it was forbidden. We are cerebral people and somehow sex would never equal that state of Nirvana. It seemed that time had stopped and although I knew that the session was coming to an end, I did not rush it at all. He told me then: “If you want, I can stay here all night”. I told him no. I liked the mystery and the fact that someone had entered my mind and emotions so much, as few people had really succeeded until then, and I wanted it to stay that way. Any extra moment would have ruined everything.

It was a unique erotic experience for me, certainly for him as well. I think the only small regret is that I don’t know his name even today, and that I never saw him again.

We want to offer this kind of experience at the Indra salon, perhaps among the few salons in Bucharest. We will always put customer satisfaction first. We aren’t saying it as a marketing phrase, but we are passionate about what we do. If it sounds good to you, use the Contact section and let’s get to know each other :).

Erotic massage salon in Bucharest

Indra Massage is one of the best erotic massage salon in Bucharest. Once you cross our threshold, you will step into a world of eroticism that will satisfy your every desire, you will have unique sensual experiences and you will discover more about your body and your pleasures.

The experience of erotic massage offers satisfaction in 3 ways: physical, mental and sexual. The latter may seem the most important, but in fact this type of massage offers a state of absolute relaxation, beyond the erotic side.

Erotic massage is really a way to achieve complete relaxation. More and more people forget how much tension is directly related to sexual frustration. In a standard massage some areas are never stimulated, and the focus is on the obvious areas that collect stress and tension: the back and shoulders. On the other hand, the erotic massage manages to release the tension in the sexual areas, leaving the receiver in a state of complete relaxation.