Happy end massage

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I like searching out intriguing stories and following the rabbit hole of discovery.

Happy end massage

I am also a woman with a strong sex drive, and I had always had a particular fantasy about a massage turning into something more. A few years ago, I stumbled upon an article about a man in New York City who offered highly intimate massages, resulting in dozens of satisfied women. The quotes he listed from women seemed real.

The process appeared to be selective. Up until this moment, I had no idea this service actually existed for women, and I instantly felt envious of the women in New York—it was something I needed to have. I was in a long-term, monogamous, and very committed relationship. We had a one-year-old. Often, our child would sleep in our bed. I remember thinking that there was something missing—the feeling of passionate love, taking the time to slow down and be present, the focus on satisfying the other person rather than a quick get off.

It was all fast and routine. It felt like a checklist of actions, and then we were done. It was our young and inexperienced fault, we never actually talked about our sexual needs and desires when we started our relationship. I had past trauma that I had never worked through.

And we never spent the time to build an intimate connection, exploration, and compassionate understanding. So, here I was fantasizing about a random man in New York and the services he could provide for a few hundred dollars. I felt guilty. Is this cheating? Just a fantasy? But still I was intrigued and genuinely curious. The journalist in me kicked in. I went on a hunt. I lived in San Francisco, one of the most sex-positive cities in the world. This had to exist here. Who are these men who provide this? What kind of women do they see? What actually happens? Are there neon lights?

He was attractive. He seemed charming but in a trustworthy kind of way. I found his LinkedIn profile, old blogs, and more. He was a real person, with a secret job on the side pleasuring women. I wanted to understand more about the women who made appointments; who they were and what they hoped to get. Were they married or single, older or younger, sex-positive or timid? I also wanted to know more about him.

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How did he get started? Subconsciously I wanted to discover answers for myself, too; like would I actually do it? We met for coffee a few days later. We talked for an hour and he answered my dozen questions. At this point, I was in full-on research mode and my fantasy had receded. I learned that most of his customers were either in sexless marriages, divorced, or widowed.

Some were single and career-focused. Some had suffered sexual trauma. But all were looking for affection and intimacy; not orgasms. Maybe it was his sincerity and genuine interest in women deserving pleasure. But I made an appointment for myself. In the days leading up, I was anxious.

I was excited. And I was nervous. I considered canceling.

Happy end massage

But instead I took an early lunch from work to make my 11 a. I fully expected to go back to work afterwards, as well, like I had just hit the gym for an hour. When I arrived at his place, he greeted me with a smile and a hug. Usually his clients are completely anonymous, screened only by a phone call, but we had already met in person and talked for an hour. Plus, I internet stalked him. I felt like I knew and trusted him. We sat down on his leather sofa and talked.

He brought me chamomile tea. He wanted to discuss why I was there, what my expectations were, and if I had boundaries. This was the first time I had ever talked so openly about my sexual expectations and boundaries with a man. I felt like I could be honest and open without him judging me. He was there to listen and provide a service. The lights were low, spa music was on, and the room was warm. I laid down on the massage table, completely covered by a sheet. It started like any normal massage—upper back, stretching, oil. I tried to focus on me, but all I could think about was work, my family, and the mental load of life.

The massage took a gradual turn from a typical massage to a slow and sensual one without me noticing. I was relaxed and the nervousness gave way to physical pleasure. For an hour and a half, his hands were completely focused on my body. They responded to my breathing. I had multiple orgasms. My body felt things I had never felt before. That was the hardest part. I had to focus only on myself and the new things I was feeling. For me, not doing this completely shifted something inside of me. I had a startling moment of empowerment, somewhere in between orgasms, where I realized I was deserving of good things.

I was deserving of love and respect. It was delivered under the guise of sensual pleasure. But still it was the same.

Happy end massage

I deserved to be seen, to be respected, to be loved. I deserved orgasms.

Happy end massage

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