oldtimekid
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Hello everyone, I'm a bonified lurker for quite a while now and have decided to contribute my questionable and lame experience. But perhaps to a few, it might be enlightening.
I'll start with Venus on Rene Levesque. This is the place that made me lose my massage virginity (and as you will see...it actually didn't). I had previously frequented various pro massage places...but after consulting some of the local newspapers...I decided to experiment with something new.
As a newbie, I called up Venus (due to the close vicinity) for an appointment (yes yes, I was not aware of drop-ins...and neither of the eforum.xxx site). I arrived an hour later...heart pounding. The place is actually somewhat curious. A large sign reading 'MASSAGE" and "OUVERT" are inconspicuously placed on the front window...but quite honestly, there are no people in sight around this area...so no problem in having your maid seeing you walk in. The Venus sign has deteriorated from the blazing sun...and is quite frankly poorly done (but who cares right?). Now the interesting thing is that there is only one masseuse...and she is always sitting in the front room with the blinds have closed. So you could actually see who the hell is going to be laying hands on you. It's a simple game I play as I drive by often. Every day of the week...the woman changes. During the winter, with the lights on, she is easily identifiable.
In any case, in I go, and am presented by this middle age heavy set Russian woman by the name of Maya. She gave me the impression of a long lost aunt that was so pleased to see me (and shake my tool). Truly, she was very warm and welcoming. Medium height, short blonde hair, loose elegant clothing. She resembled a Russian babushka called Olga...but in a charming way. Large breasts that ended somewhere (not quite sure where), glasses (no, not the sexy type) and forget about the rear which was camouflaged by the long overhanging shirt. The place is simple, very clean, always a flower placed on the counter (you can see it from outside) but the shower is somewhere down the hall. But you are always alone...so it's cool. She showed me the room and told me to undress (took my $50)...as she discreetly closed the door. I stripped and clumsily put a face cloth over my bare ass (what a half-assed rookie). In she came and I quickly explained to her where my various pains were located (can you imagine what the hell she was thinking?). So the massage starts...and I can assure you that she was very good. Strong hands, deep tissue technique and very thorough. Very thorough indeed. Immediately the hands went up the thighs and explored the nether lands (or glands?). I was starting to enjoy this. But of course my mind was wandering (and wondering)...what the hell is going to happen when I turn over. The idea of another woman laying a finger on my rod was exhilirating. So after a good rub down...she kindly says in French to turn over. I awkwardly girate, while fumbling with the miniscule face towel (what a dickhead). She then continues on the thighs and chest, belly...while her wrist or forearm glides over my buddy (still under the towel). It all seemed by chance...but of course she knew what she was doing. I was so freaked out...I was in no way going to get hard. Then the big question..."Does your friend want a massage as well?". I mumbled a positive answer...without being explicit so as to rid myself of seeming a perv. She gently removed the towel and slowly started to handle the tool. Of course, I was so turned on by this whole ordeal, that the wave was already coming. I stopped her...giving some lame excuse that it felt too good...or something like that. But then she continued...and I let her...and then I stopped her...and on it went. She handled the guy in a very affectionate manner...which was tremendously pleasing. One thing I knew...I didn't want to come. Why? Hell knows. I didn't even get hard...but was sure enough going to blow any second. Perhaps it was sheer pride of not standing tall and erect. So we ended it at one point (without release as you call it)...and she smiled and complimented me on my developed physique (yes, I am in fine shape) and said to come again.
I walked out into the sun...felt great (and pleasantly frustrated) and realized that this was a new beginning. I would try as many MP's as possible. I shall slowly post all the others since then (when I have time), which get better all the time, if somewhat deluding.
I'll start with Venus on Rene Levesque. This is the place that made me lose my massage virginity (and as you will see...it actually didn't). I had previously frequented various pro massage places...but after consulting some of the local newspapers...I decided to experiment with something new.
As a newbie, I called up Venus (due to the close vicinity) for an appointment (yes yes, I was not aware of drop-ins...and neither of the eforum.xxx site). I arrived an hour later...heart pounding. The place is actually somewhat curious. A large sign reading 'MASSAGE" and "OUVERT" are inconspicuously placed on the front window...but quite honestly, there are no people in sight around this area...so no problem in having your maid seeing you walk in. The Venus sign has deteriorated from the blazing sun...and is quite frankly poorly done (but who cares right?). Now the interesting thing is that there is only one masseuse...and she is always sitting in the front room with the blinds have closed. So you could actually see who the hell is going to be laying hands on you. It's a simple game I play as I drive by often. Every day of the week...the woman changes. During the winter, with the lights on, she is easily identifiable.
In any case, in I go, and am presented by this middle age heavy set Russian woman by the name of Maya. She gave me the impression of a long lost aunt that was so pleased to see me (and shake my tool). Truly, she was very warm and welcoming. Medium height, short blonde hair, loose elegant clothing. She resembled a Russian babushka called Olga...but in a charming way. Large breasts that ended somewhere (not quite sure where), glasses (no, not the sexy type) and forget about the rear which was camouflaged by the long overhanging shirt. The place is simple, very clean, always a flower placed on the counter (you can see it from outside) but the shower is somewhere down the hall. But you are always alone...so it's cool. She showed me the room and told me to undress (took my $50)...as she discreetly closed the door. I stripped and clumsily put a face cloth over my bare ass (what a half-assed rookie). In she came and I quickly explained to her where my various pains were located (can you imagine what the hell she was thinking?). So the massage starts...and I can assure you that she was very good. Strong hands, deep tissue technique and very thorough. Very thorough indeed. Immediately the hands went up the thighs and explored the nether lands (or glands?). I was starting to enjoy this. But of course my mind was wandering (and wondering)...what the hell is going to happen when I turn over. The idea of another woman laying a finger on my rod was exhilirating. So after a good rub down...she kindly says in French to turn over. I awkwardly girate, while fumbling with the miniscule face towel (what a dickhead). She then continues on the thighs and chest, belly...while her wrist or forearm glides over my buddy (still under the towel). It all seemed by chance...but of course she knew what she was doing. I was so freaked out...I was in no way going to get hard. Then the big question..."Does your friend want a massage as well?". I mumbled a positive answer...without being explicit so as to rid myself of seeming a perv. She gently removed the towel and slowly started to handle the tool. Of course, I was so turned on by this whole ordeal, that the wave was already coming. I stopped her...giving some lame excuse that it felt too good...or something like that. But then she continued...and I let her...and then I stopped her...and on it went. She handled the guy in a very affectionate manner...which was tremendously pleasing. One thing I knew...I didn't want to come. Why? Hell knows. I didn't even get hard...but was sure enough going to blow any second. Perhaps it was sheer pride of not standing tall and erect. So we ended it at one point (without release as you call it)...and she smiled and complimented me on my developed physique (yes, I am in fine shape) and said to come again.
I walked out into the sun...felt great (and pleasantly frustrated) and realized that this was a new beginning. I would try as many MP's as possible. I shall slowly post all the others since then (when I have time), which get better all the time, if somewhat deluding.