Feeling down? Get a “special” Massage

With the financial markets tumbling people are getting upset. Things are difficult, and getting worse. But here inside my massage parlor things are rosy (and moist, and warm, and inviting). Seriously. Did you ever consider how much of an escape your local erotic massage parlor really is?

It just takes one hour out of your miserable day. One hour… starting with the tingle of the door chime as you enter my massage parlor, and continuing with the scent of incense you pick up as you enter. The dry-air heater probably greets your senses in the reception area, but as I slip into the room I bring with me a draft of cooler, fresher air… air scented with the soft fragrances of femalia. You know the smell… it’s soft and slightly perfumy but not commercial. It’s my own scent, and it comes from me keeping very very clean down there, yet very, very open to “possibilities”.

I spend all day in that warm, comfortable environment so I don’t need to wear restricting clothes of many layers. My soft hairs are just millimeters away from the skin of your fingertips, when your hand is placed appropriately. And in my massage parlor, your hands can be placed appropriately honey.

Your hour is briefly interrupted as I leave you to undress. Don’t lose that time, honey — it is part of the package. Undress in the open — the door is closed. As you stand there naked, let him hang out and sniff the surrounds. Let him stay out as I return. There is no need to be bashful. Just be you, inside the room, and I will see how you are, and believe me, I will love it. And if I comment that you need to cover up, just laugh and do so. It’s a formality. We save some of the fun for later, but at least you got that “how big is this guy down there” thing out of the way. Also, the way I look at you while you are all exposed will tell you everything you need to know about how open I am to your suggestions today. Trust me… I’ll let you (and him) know what can be expected.

Now just to be clear, consider for a moment respect for me. If you hang him out casually like you would in a gym, towel in hand ready to cover up if necessary, what’s the crime? Any personal care practitioner offended by that probably shouldn’t be in the business. But if you wave him proudly about like a giant redwood showing off to tourists in Northern California, well, let’s just say that’s inappropriate behavior. A non-sensual massage therapist will be offended and disgusted, and while I personally might find it amusing, most sensual massage girls will find it off-putting. The idea here is to break the ice, not smash it into a million tiny pieces.

Also leave some money out so I know you’re needy. We’re not negotiating a peace treaty here, so don’t get nervous about the barter. What you need to leave behind to satisfy my financial needs won’t break your bank. Just put out what you know my services are worth. Did you drop $150 on a dinner for two last Friday, after $30 in drinks at the bar? Was it worth it?  Did I greet you in stained sweat pants and dirty sneakers, or was I wearing a $200 outfit devoid of any signs of the guys who tipped me before you arrived? That’s right honey, you should pay for what you’re going to get, and be generous. Last thing you want is a girl looking to deliver only exactly what you paid for. Trust me… help her forget about whether or not your worth her time by warming her pocket right up front.

We may have a brief communication about the value of my wonderful femalia to you, but it won’t be a deep conversation and honestly, we both know what it’s worth under the circumstances. My best advice to you is leave what you would love to enjoy, and allow me to fulfill your consumer desires.

After 45 minutes or so of my attention, you will have completely forgotten about the economy, the banks, and retirement funds, and the stupid elections. In fact, right around that 45 minute mark, when you are 45 minutes INSIDE my massage session, you should be thinking of just one thing: how might this be made to last forever?

And that’s just about the time you and I can switch those sensations from build-up mode to take-over mode. Together, by letting go, those feelings of yours start to drive the bus instead of coming along for a ride. They take over, and things begin to change down there. You know it, and I can feel it, and it’s all good, honey. All good. Fall back and stp tensing up and just ride it and trust me… I’m feeling it too. There is somehting about the elasticity.. the thickening… and the fluidity of it all that just melts everything together and brings out the best of you.

The actual release of tension is best as it is ust starting, if you can stay relaxed as it swirls throught the entire event. Some guys call it “streaming” or “pouring” or “letting go” and if I can I’ll stretch that out as long as possible. Every moment is part of the memory you will take home with you. And if you can’t relax as it takes over, which I understand, you get that pulsing tension which is best handled in the after thought. Once it stops, I know how to coax it to sleep with long slow movements, as a way to help you recover.

That hour you spend can be heaven, if you let it. Choose wisely… pick a parlor where you know the people are good hearted people and you should be fine. Unfortunately, the best people in this business have the hardest time advertising, since it’s really not possible to tell the world what awaits them inside the session. So consider the little ad, the lone phone number, or the low-profile place that hints at promise. Avoid the big loud flashy ads, and instead look for me, honey. The quality comfort girl behind the cell phone, with the quiet little place off to the side, in the better neighborhood, and not open too late. You’ll be glad you did.