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Anyway, I’m ramblin’—shocker! Point is, erotic massage? Wild ride. Little known story—heard some dude in the ‘70s turned it into a “therapy” trend in California. Hippies loved it! Figures, right? Free love, baby! Me? I’m just sittin’ here, neurotic, wonderin’ if I’d freak out mid-session. “Too much oil! Too much eye contact!” But deep down? I’m curious. It’s primal, it’s art—like *Only Lovers* vibes. “Tell me now of the delights,” Eve’d say. And I’d nod, “Pretty, pretty good delights.” What about you, huh? You tried it? Spill!

Praise from other users

This is Liza, for whom erotic massage is not just a technique, but a kind of art. Her belief is that every body is beautiful, every shape is wonderful, and everyone deserves a little attention, .

But then, I step outside, and it’s pouring rain! Like, seriously? I just got my tools out! I’m sprinting down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. I’m soaked, but I can’t help but laugh. I mean, this is Iza, right? Always keepin’ me on my toes.

IZA, Princeton Featuring Kahn