I just read an online account about Asian massage parlors, including one by a guy who said he got full service in a strip mall parlor. That's rather tame compared to my experiences. On a recent day trip to Augusta, Georgia, I stopped in at such a place and fucked the hell out of a 50-something masseuse. A much better true story took place not in a strip ma...
Writers Note: All of these stories are real, from my experiences. I share them here because I have no other place to share them, it would be considered creepy in polite society. I don't try to describe the details to the Nth degree. I allow the reader to fill in some details based upon their personal likes and dislikes, that's what I do when I read your stor...
"Vaughan!" Jemima pounced as I closed our front door behind me, before I'd even dropped my briefcase and gym-bag. She flung her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my hips, ensconcing me in black cotton, bleached hair and the overpowering aroma of her special occasion, vetiver bath oil. Her tongue ram-raided my mouth and her heart knocked against...
She lay on the stone slab, watching the oil drip from the jar suspended over her. Maharani Samyukta was in paradise. The herbal treatment and care in the sage's ashram was exhilarating. She was well attended in her own palace too. But the entire ambiance and change in setting in the ashram brought a whole new level of relaxation to her. She felt that the en...
My husband sure shocked me for my 55th birthday with a surprise right out of Penthouse Letters. We decided to celebrate at a Residence Inn at the beach for a quick weekend away. I think he thought I was down about turning 55 and he wanted to spice things up a bit and make me feel good about myself, though at my age I think I still look good. I'm average heig...
If you wish to, feel fee to go straight down (sic) to the proverbial good parts. Back in school ("in the day") it was the Henry Miller pages with the turned down corners. Here, it is indicated by an underlined Episode Title. If you are interested in how these real life adventures came to be, please read this short preface. While it is unlikely to get you te...
I met Bill and Stacy by chance. I was having a late supper at one of my favorite restaurants in the Cleveland area. I was sitting at the bar that night. You can still get full dinner service at the bar at this place, an upscale restaurant probably best known as a steakhouse even though I was enjoying salmon that evening. My job often takes me around the wor...
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Perspectives on a happy ending massage. He was a fairly ordinary sort of guy. Early fifties with two children, Guy Morris had a pretty good, but nevertheless quite ordinary job and a stable and reasonably happy, but also quite ordinary marriage to a fairly ordinary wife. He played golf and tennis, watched a lot of TV, enjoyed most sports, occasionally had a...
The first woman who ever jerked me off was an Asian masseuse. I'm not particularly proud to admit it, but I was 18 years old, a bit shy, with no immediate prospects and I needed some relief. The experience was probably similar to what many in that situation went through. I visited a well-known Asian massage parlor for which it was common knowledge provided...