A prostitute or a master of erotic massage: what is the difference?

I stand over him, my fingers slipping down his back, the patchouli-scented oil glistening like liquid silk, and his breathing becomes ragged when I touch his ass. He moans, his dick is hard, but I know:it's not sex. This erotic massage,I am a master, not a prostitute. But people like throwing labels at me.I'm just a chick straddling her legs for money. Damn, they're wrong. Let's find out why my job is art,not a whore house,and how I can get my head up when the world throws my hat.

Erotic massage is about sensations, not about"coming in and going out.""I create a world where candles flicker, music pulsates, and my hands make magic. I find the point of slipping over his skin,his cock standing up or making her pussy flow,but it's not about sex. It's about energy.It's about how to bring a person to orgasm by taking one breath on the neck and touching the lower abdomen once. Prostitution? It's about quick satisfaction.Everything leads to physical behavior.There is no foreplay,no fire,nothing that makes your body tremble with anticipation. I'm pushing the boundaries of pleasure without straddling my legs.

Psychologically, massage is about trust. The client offers himself to me like a lover, but without penetration. I can see how he relaxes,how his body responds to all my gestures. When I push my fingers on his ass and tease him but don't touch his dick, he moans and I know I'm holding him in my arms. It's power,but it's not humiliating, it's rising. I'm giving him an orgasm that he'll never forget,and it's not about sex, it's about the spark I ignite in his body. Prostitution doesn't do that.Everything is about results, not about processes.

But why am I not ashamed? Because I'm a master. I learned how to find the erogenous zone,how to keep the rhythm,how to tease until he begs for cum. I see clients leaving with burning eyes,their bodies still shaking from what I did. It's like being an artist.The canvas is their skin, and the color is my touch. Society likes to label it,but I know:I'm not selling sex, I'm selling high. And I'm proud when I see his cock throbbing or her pussy getting wet from my hands. It's my job, and I'm the best at it.

Sometimes I get turned on to myself-my panties get wet while I push my chest behind his back,but don't whore me"."It keeps me alive. I feel his desire, it feeds mine. It's like a dance where we're both on fire,but I keep the edge. I don't go into sex because my magic is in teasing,and how I keep him on edge until he comes to one touch. And if someone thinks that it is"disgraceful,"let them light such a fire themselves. I'm the Queen of pleasure,and I don't apologize for it.