Update
Though I’m recently less inclined to kiss and tell than ever before, and don’t currently wish to out my ATF, I’m sharing this by way of giving back, by way of inspiring those on a similar path to myself. That path being / to find an experience with connection and sensuality without being part of the whorehouse as AMP game being played as normal. Granted, those chicks are hot, I’m simply not interested in spending money and time with someone who has seen everyone and their brother. The stories of 30-minutes of waiting behind curtains, no shower available, girl with no time to wash between sessions…the breakfast of champions. Not my jam. For now. Been there.
My focus is on building relationships, as much as that can be defined, with a so-called legitimate massage woman, then work to take that relationship to the next level of intimacy. Of course, the same risks exist, fool around, fall in love, while for her it’s all about the money and one day poof - she’s gone. but so be it.
One fine day I was required to return a package to an Amazon drop center in a remote area far away from, but not too far away from, my home. I figured while I was there, I’d get in a massage. The few places in the area available were clearly lower end, crummy joints, one boasting a sure thing FS experience. While that’s fine sometimes, that’s not my main focus. My main focus is a great massage with the possibility of something extra. If extra extra takes place, that’s great, but I don’t look for it.
The spot I picked had reviews saying it was a decent legit massage. Some locals say it’s excellent. Men and women. Some say it’s gone downhill since changing owners. Pretty much the same thing you see in the reviews of any lower end spot. I figured a HJ was available, which I like as part of the massage, but I tend not to finish. I just embrace the extra massage as a way of building tantric energy, then go get shit done; like Deniro with his wife in Raging Bull.
I entered to be greeted by the 70-year-old MMS who handed me off to a cute, but older lady. I couldn’t tell if she was 40 or 55, but not 60 and not 35.
The room was cramped with curtain, the lady, let’s call her Elsa, started arranging the sheets while I undressed and I handed her $60 for the hour before laying down. The bed is comfy and she begins a light, then firm massage. Throughout, the massage gets a bit more sensual, I massage her legs, but I also pull back so she can work. In the end, I flip and she offers a HJ. I accept, and it’s nice, but like I said, I don’t often finish. I tried to pull her in for a kiss, but she pulled back, no sank you. I slipped my hand up her blouse, permitted, but nonplused. She tried different techniques to finish me off, but all the same result. I invited her to lay next to me, she did, but more of the same. I jokingly suggest she kiss my stomach, which she did. No, down lower, which she did, no, down lower, then she figured it out and laughed and shook her head no. She laid next to me and I kissed her forehead, she looked up and kissed me nicely. Then, more passionately. Then, she pulled her stretch pants down just a little and rubbed me on her lower stomach. It was hot and I exploded. I tipped $60 and she didn’t look at it.
A few days later, I returned as another walk in and asked if Elsa was there. She was and was excited to see me. The same routine and the massage was nice. On the flip, she lay next to me and started to kiss me, then more passionately. Sucking on my bottom lip. Stroking me. I made my way down her pants and she guided me under her panties and inside with one finger, beginning to grind. I worked two fingers in and she began to grind feverishly until my hand cramped. She maneuvered on top of me, pulled her stretch pants down and slid me inside. Whoa whoa, I pulled out. No no. She sat up and went down on me in seconds. Too forceful and I said sloooow… and she adjusted into a perfect blow slide until I came in her mouth and she kept going.
The third time I called to make sure she was there and stopped for condoms on the way. The same routine but when we got to the maneuver, I paused to get the condoms, then she used me as a grinding tool to grind herself into orgasm. I can hear the guy next door getting a massage and chatting with his provider while I tried to muffle her moans. She then sat up, and went down on me until I finished. She then got up and started a great foot massage. Then leg massage. Then went down on me again. Then kissed me, then down on me, then foot massage, then down on me, then kissed me, then down on me, then rested, then down on me. It was incredible. I didn’t finish for those repeats but it felt awesome. The strange thing is, it really feels like she’s not supposed to be doing that, but she is. Forbidden fruit. Stopping and listening. Poking her head out the curtain to see where the mms is hanging out.
The fourth visit I was tired. I just wanted a massage. While everything else happened, I was too tired to really get into it. Going back today after two weeks. If she’s there.
The moral of the story is to keep hunting and keep following through with visits if you feel a connection. What a lonely life. Be a gentle man.
