Skylar Lier Sexual Massage ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Mons

Oi, mate, sexual-massage, innit? Bloody hell, what a topic! Picture this – some dodgy geezer, hands all oiled up, thinkin’ he’s Casanova. I’m cacklin’ already, it’s pathetic! Reminds me of *The Lives of Others* – “The Stasi’s watchin’, you pervert!” – only here it’s not spies, it’s sweaty palms slidin’ about. Right, so, sexual-massage – it’s supposd to relax ya, yeah? Bollocks! Half the time it’s awkward as fuck – “Is this legal, mate?” – and the other half you’re wonderin’ if they’ve washed them mitts. I reckon it’s overhyped, like a crap sitcom nobody admits they hate.

Why is it exciting?

My husband of 6 years called and texted two numbers for an erotic massage the first day I left the house for an extended period of time with my month old.

Lier’s heart is raw, messy, and fiercely real. It’s just… you gotta experience it, dude. Even if you end up with some mad typos in your diary because you scribbled down your thoughts in a frenzy! Trust me, Lier is the place where every misstep is a dance move and every hidden corner a piece of art waiting to surprise you (and make you laugh in that bizarre, offbeat Caché kinda way).

Ex-Bulls great Norm Van Lier found dead in Chicago