Abigail L Alcora Sexual Massage ❤️❤️

About Malaga

Quirky thought: oil’s gotta smell like chaos, not lavender—too tame! Exaggeratin’? Picture me slippin’ on that table, cacklin’, “Whoops, too much lube!” Never had one myself—yet—but I’d probably scare the masseuse, hehe. It’s messy, sloppy, human—like life! Sexual-massage ain’t perfect, but damn, it’s alive. Why so serious? Let’s get rubbed wrong, huh? HAHAHA!

OUR FACILITIES

First of all, it’s perfectly normal when genital touch is done with consent (permission or agreement) of both parties: the client and the massage practitioner. It usually means that this .

Gah, sorry, I’m ramblin’. But this city… it makes you laugh, it makes you angry (especially when the council decides to block off a street for ‘improvements’ without givin’ a toss ‘bout local opinions – my blood nearly boils!), and sometimes frankly, it surprises you. I’ve got my secret fav spot – a cozy, little cafecito corner off Calle del Crepúsculo. I sit there watchin’ life blur by, scribblin’ notes for my sessions, thinkin’ over the line "I cannot endure the chain of suffering" – a twist on a quote from that film, remindin’ me of our own personal battles in healing.

Exhibition in Long Island to showcase work by School of Art and Design MFA grads