The Massage That Rewired My “Normal” (In the Best Possible Way)

I’m gearing up to record a podcast episode with an extraordinary woman, but before the mics are on, I need to share something raw, electric, transformative. The kind of experience that tears apart everything you thought you knew about massage and stitches it back together into something wild and unforgettable.

Her name is Inara, founder of Expanding Eros. She doesn’t just work with muscles; she works with the entire human animal. Body, breath, love, trauma, eroticism, the places we hide and the places we ache to open. Her craft blends holistic massage, somatic sexological bodywork, sound immersion, education and experiences that make a regular spa look like child’s play.

I had met Inara before and when she reached out for advice I was glad to help. Then she invited me to receive one of her signature sessions. I said yes immediately. Yes, because curiosity pounces. Yes, because something in me already knew this was going to be more than a massage.

The Setup: Rain, Cold, Anticipation

The day arrived with Perth at its worst. Wind slicing, rain hammering, cold settling into bones. I stepped inside her space and the storm evaporated. Warmth wrapped itself around me. Not just the heater, but an atmosphere that seemed to breathe. The scent of oils, the glow of the room, her calm presence—all of it loosened knots I didn’t know I was carrying. We drank tea, spoke about boundaries, and she laid out the Expanding Eros approach: intention, safety, presence. Every element shaped by her years of training and her work guiding people through trauma and back into their bodies.

We agreed on limits; I undressed and stretched out face down. My pulse was unsteady, caught between excitement, nerves and a greedy curiosity.

The Descent Into Pleasure

Her hands began exploring as though she was reading my body like braille. Each knot, each tense muscle surrendered under her pressure. This was not spa fluff. This was deliberate, demanding touch that pressed me to release completely.

Then came something new. Warm oil poured onto my arse, her hands gliding across the crack, down into that secret corridor that polite massages never acknowledge. My body jolted, then melted, shocked by how much pleasure lived in a place I had ignored. The silence was loud.

When she asked me to roll over it felt like moving inside a dream. My head floated, my body heavy with surrender. On my back she pressed deeper into this trance, then spread oil over my genitals and began to touch me there. You might imagine instant arousal or a race to climax. Instead, my cock stayed soft, but my body was full. Buzzing. Saturated with warmth. The pleasure wasn’t in chasing an orgasm. It was in the electric tenderness of being touched without expectation.

Transformation and Subspace

Inara is beautiful, yes, but what astonished me was the way she pulled me into subspace without a word. My ADHD mind, always restless and clawing for distraction, finally went quiet. I became pliant. My body trusted her completely. Time blurred. Seconds stretched, collapsed, reformed. I felt whole, and at the same time felt her stitching together places inside me I hadn’t realised were torn.

When the session ended, she let me stay in the silence, drifting. Eventually I dressed and stepped back into the storm, but the warmth stayed lodged inside me. Driving home I couldn’t just drop into routine. I pulled into a McDonald’s for a Big Mac, something I almost never do, as if my body craved grounding. At home I crashed into bed. No joint to help me sleep, no distractions, just ten hours of heavy, healing rest.

Why This Isn’t Just a Massage

What Inara offers is rare. Her touch is somatic, uniting body and mind. It is sexological, exploring eroticism without shame. It is rooted in intention, safety and presence. She has spent years studying massage, hypnotherapy, trauma resolution, retreats, sound work and body practices, and all of it weaves together in her hands.

If you are carrying trauma, if you are aching to explore your erotic self, or if you are so wound up that relaxation feels impossible, go and see her. Book a session at Expanding Eros. Let yourself be touched in a way that dissolves the walls you have built and shows you both the softness and the fire inside you.

You will walk away changed. Not in the neat predictable way of a spa massage, but in the strange, delicious way of discovering new parts of yourself. You might even crave sensations you never imagined. That is the magic of this work.

Website: www.ExpandingEros.com.au

I didn’t pay for this session. There were no expectations of a review. These are my words, my body, my experience. Inara, thank you again. What you gave me was unforgettable.