Tantric Sensual BodyWork Therapist  

Welcome to Sasha Martell's Website......



...A conundrum...a riddle, puzzle, a thinker! A Woman of deep thought!


"Have you ever thought of how it would feel to have a

women massage you in a manner that you never thought could be

so erotic? Imagine, the soft, sensual touch of a classy women who

has an elegance about her , along with A sweet charming personality.

My name is "SASHA",a experience women who knows what I'm doing.

I live a wonderful life and am just looking to enjoy some

good company . I am very discreet and i do have

a private SUITE that you can come to. If this interest you, please call me

NO BLOCKED CALLS WILL NOT BE ANSWERED


i guarantee that you will find ecstasy at my fingertips!!!


I know exactly what you want and I will do it exactly the way you like it!
I would love to have some time along with you today.
So if you're ready to get your SOCKS KNOCKED OFF...
Prepare yourself for me Ms. Sasha Martell.........



Sasha Martell

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Glistening bodies entwined
in an ageless erotic dance,
seeking pleasures from each other,
seeking wonder and romance.

She touches his face with tenderness.
He draws her body near.
Aching, needing hunger
will make their destiny clear.

Their lips meet in soft kisses,
their tongues begin passion's war.
Forgotten now, the outside world.
All is here, behind this door.

He strokes her body tenderly,
she arches up for his caress.
He finds her silken portal
and her womanly wetness.

She moans in fiery desire
and pulls his hand away,
wishing to end this exquisite torture
and get on with passion's play.

She straddles his waiting body,
eases him into her feminine hollow.
She leads him on a rhythmic dance,
his thrusting hips must follow.

She rides him faster, even then,
to hear his wondrous sighs.
She shows him all the delights
she has between her womanly thighs.

They stare into each other's eyes
and gasp as ecstasy unreels,
and tangles them in a lover's knot
that every answer reveals.

Sated, they lie side by side,
spent but hungering still.
She touches him where their passion came
and tastes their lovers spill.

Their mouths meet in passionate need,
hungry animals once more.
This time he rises above her,
her body to explore.

Their ballet begins again,
as he thrusts his manhood in,
vowing not to end the dance
unless her cries he'll win.

Like beasts of old they become,
riding with desire,
only resting their throbbing bodies
when sated by their fire.