Great thread. I posted similar at a legit/R&T level in the NJ section. I’m currently and actively suffering emotionally for love of a provider. We fell hard after session 3 when she opened her panties for me to make her feel damn good. How exciting! To touch a young pretty girl’s tight pussy and make her tremble while she DFKs you! I wonder if that other cute chick who arrived while I was paying would let me touch her pussy, too? So the next morning, I schedule the new girl. When I arrive, by chance, my first girl enthusiastically texts me good morning! Sunshine emoji. I had special time yesterday. I typed, “I’m here for a massage from so and so, can I see you after?” She replied, “Delete my number now. Do not text me again!” I thought oh, no. So I cancelled the appt and brought my girl in, we talked. She was upset and jealous. I calmed her down and she provided real love making, not FS, but the real love thing. She was smitten. When paying, the boss said that wasn’t cool. You took money from new girl. I said my bad I’ll see her tomorrow. And nodded to my girl, right? That’s doing the right thing, right? She nodded yes.
Soon after she texted me. “You always wanted that new girl. You just manipulated me to get both of us. We are done.” Of course we weren’t. This only fueled my sadism to torture myself. We never repaired that damage but kept trying and the trying completely fucked me up. I jumped back to the girl I cancelled and started something there. At that point I two head cases in love with me and mad at me.
Meanwhile, a fellow monger was getting prime grade A activities from the original ATF and letting me know, while my sessions with her were warm and cold mostly cold. Never to rekindle though we tried really hard with heart to heart talks over foot rubs.
Over the next 8 weeks, I was dragged through an emotional ringer. Due to a sexless marriage? Lack of affection? No, I think I legitimately got off on the side chick fantasy.
For a few weeks the spa tells me she’s not available when my monger pal has had no problem. You’ll tell me to stay away for a spell. Let it all shake out. I know. That’s what I’m doing. But the regression to early life rejection is the stuff of therapy sessions.
Truth is, I need a side girl who swallows. With fingers that are longer and a torso more slender. I’ll get there.