Massage By Bunny

A male client books a standard in-home massage, just looking to unwind after a long week. Enter Bunny, the professional masseuse—calm, focused, and fully in control of her craft. At least on the surface.

As the session begins, everything feels normal. Oils, soft music, steady hands. But Bunny’s feeling something else entirely. Her client is attractive, and the longer she works on him, the harder it becomes to stay professional.

At first, it’s subtle. A brush of her fingers a little too close. A slow stroke that lingers just a second too long. She glances at his face but he’s completely relaxed, eyes closed, clueless to her growing desire.

With each pass, Bunny’s touches grow bolder, more deliberate. She bites her lip, catching herself but choosing not to stop. What started as routine is now charged with something hotter, something she knows she shouldn’t want but can’t help chasing.