Dana Sweets presents a fantasy massage that's as much about the anticipation as the action. The room is warm, the lighting soft, as a fit, athletic woman awaits her masseuse. The first touch, a gentle, oily caress, sends shivers down her spine. The masseuse's hands are confident, skilled, exploring every inch of her body with a slow, deliberate sensuality. The woman's breath hitches, her body responds, her skin flushed and slick with oil and sweat. The masseuse's touch lingers, teases, builds a tension that's almost painful in its intensity, until finally, it's released in a flood of wet, wanton abandon.