They say nothing good happens after midnite and certainly not when you've added ambien to the mix. Ricky called me just after I had taken my ambien. It was getting late and I thought I had a good hour before it kicks in. And besides he appears to be a calm and normal type of a guy I suppose, so I let he come by. He's a 32 year old tall white guy in decent shape. He works as an editor, I would later wonder if his job is as intense as he his. I would discover that this guy is a bit obsessed with big booties. But when did white guys become a fan of the booty? When did this happen? Was it the year of Jennifer Lopez in the early 2000's or did Beyonce's bodacious booty have something to do with this phenomena? Once the lights are off he gets a little beyond. Now sometimes I get carried away with the moment and endure the bizarre more than I like to admit to. He likes it rough and hard, that is, he likes me to spank his penis, slap his balls. I don't mind at all so I play into my dominant side, she likes to come out and play once in a while. So I asked him, why do you like torturing your friend? He said he's into a little S&M, and other things I surmised. Now before he can get it bone hard, he asked me if its ok if he licks my ass. No no no I say no. He asked if he could just see my ass, I say sure you can. He now wants me to bend over so he can look inside my asshole. I just want him to cum and since there's no body fluid that would be touching me, because he won't be licking me in my ass. I said ok you can look all you want.
I bent over and spread my ass cheeks and let him drool over it as if were made of gold. Now here comes that damn ambien creeping up on me and it either makes me a chatty cathy, or I become some kind of sexy vixen that I needed to put to sleep an hour ago. And before you know it, I got a guy on all fours begging to just smell my ass or just touch it. Can I please just lick your ass? please please please. He's so intense almost like hes been doing a line of coke. Finally he's about to let it explode, he squats down on the floor, peering up at my booty with big wide eyes jerking himself off and lets out a uproariously squeel. I pass him the towel I had in my hand to clean up the mess he had made. I'm so thankful this session is over and I am so ready to let the ambien take me to wonderland because my eyes are feeling very heavy. I escort him to the door and say goodnite!
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Man vs. my B.O.B.
I know I shouldn't date or see my clients outside of business but there was an instant attraction when I opened up that door and he was standing there leaning against the wall. Whew all in a moment from head to toe, I eyed him down. Mmm he was delicious I guess you can say he was my type, tall , good looking, well groomed, beautiful bright smile and a tone muscle body.
I graduated from Massage Therapy School, I briefly worked at a Chiropractors office, I didn't like it because I started feeling like a bird trapped in a cage again. I worked there for three months before I decided to go independent and started advertising on the known sites like Craigslist and Backpage. I did outcalls to upscale and professional businessmen, and I had no problems for the most part. But after the recession, things changed quite a bit, so I had to adapt quickly and started doing incalls at a private studio. This is where I met Jay, and right away I knew I was going to have sex with ( at no charge of course). After our first massage session, I had about an hour before my next appointment, and we spent it just talking. He talked about his love for taking cross country trips riding his Harley, and the time he went bungee cord jumping. I looked and listen to him, sitting there admiring his adventurous nature and his calm and cool likable attitude and he had gotten more sexy points from me.
Just two weeks later, Jay calls me to make another appointment for a massage, cool I thought, I was horny and decided to give my B.O.B. a break.
He walked in, soon after, he got undressed and I was so ready to give him more than a happy ending. I oil him down, massage his nice muscles, and before I got too excited, I excuse myself and came back with a condom. How exciting, because he had no clue what I had planned for him, and I imagined this would be a passionate and steamy night with the idea swirling in my head: just go with the flow and some fun, this was the first time I'd done something like this before, by mixing business with pleasure. So here we go......
I got on top and started to ride him, looking down at his face, he was shocked and amazed. Minutes into this, I wanted Jay to confirm just why I had chosen him, so I let him on top. There was some kinda contact, I didn't see stars or nothing like that. I could have filed my nails or something because there was no razzle dazzle in his strokes either. I knew I had made a less than smart decision with Jay,but to late now, l hoped that he wood warm up and get into his zone. It didn't happen he allowed me to dominate the entire show. Now it's okay in the beginning for me to, but at some point, I expect a man to make me feel like a woman and take over, pick me up and show me what you got. I mean, it almost felt like I was having sex with a woman, I know it sounds weird, but I was getting a female energy from this guy. Even while we did it doggy style, but how was this possible? This man was just so fine and sexy, so what just happened here?
Oh what a waste, which is why sometimes my B.O.B. is the better choice.
I graduated from Massage Therapy School, I briefly worked at a Chiropractors office, I didn't like it because I started feeling like a bird trapped in a cage again. I worked there for three months before I decided to go independent and started advertising on the known sites like Craigslist and Backpage. I did outcalls to upscale and professional businessmen, and I had no problems for the most part. But after the recession, things changed quite a bit, so I had to adapt quickly and started doing incalls at a private studio. This is where I met Jay, and right away I knew I was going to have sex with ( at no charge of course). After our first massage session, I had about an hour before my next appointment, and we spent it just talking. He talked about his love for taking cross country trips riding his Harley, and the time he went bungee cord jumping. I looked and listen to him, sitting there admiring his adventurous nature and his calm and cool likable attitude and he had gotten more sexy points from me.
Just two weeks later, Jay calls me to make another appointment for a massage, cool I thought, I was horny and decided to give my B.O.B. a break.
He walked in, soon after, he got undressed and I was so ready to give him more than a happy ending. I oil him down, massage his nice muscles, and before I got too excited, I excuse myself and came back with a condom. How exciting, because he had no clue what I had planned for him, and I imagined this would be a passionate and steamy night with the idea swirling in my head: just go with the flow and some fun, this was the first time I'd done something like this before, by mixing business with pleasure. So here we go......
I got on top and started to ride him, looking down at his face, he was shocked and amazed. Minutes into this, I wanted Jay to confirm just why I had chosen him, so I let him on top. There was some kinda contact, I didn't see stars or nothing like that. I could have filed my nails or something because there was no razzle dazzle in his strokes either. I knew I had made a less than smart decision with Jay,but to late now, l hoped that he wood warm up and get into his zone. It didn't happen he allowed me to dominate the entire show. Now it's okay in the beginning for me to, but at some point, I expect a man to make me feel like a woman and take over, pick me up and show me what you got. I mean, it almost felt like I was having sex with a woman, I know it sounds weird, but I was getting a female energy from this guy. Even while we did it doggy style, but how was this possible? This man was just so fine and sexy, so what just happened here?
Oh what a waste, which is why sometimes my B.O.B. is the better choice.
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Mr. Baker is a Taker!
Okay, I just gotta know.. why do you feel the urge to try and cheat me for my massage, my time, my energy oh and the very seductive release I provide to you? Now this goes out to you out there who get some kinda of sadistic pleasure by either not tipping your massage therapists or worst than that try and haggle my price like Mr. Baker did the other night.
Here you come complaining about how terrible your day was and you've come to me to deliver therapeutic bodywork, and I do, not to mention, I'm your therapist, your psychologist, and even your seductress. You even have the insensitivity to go on and on about your beautiful new home you've just moved into and the vacation you just came back from. You book me for one and a half hour, you want to chit chat for another thirty minutes, and after the session is over, another thirty minutes talking about who knows what, and do you really have to show me the pictures? Listen, I don't mind talking and catching up a bit, but the blatant disregard you have for my time is intrusive and rude, its not going to fly dude!
I've humored you listening to you're disgusting fantasies of having sex with me, how would you expect me to continue putting up with your advances and foolishness. As your Massage Therapist, my entire body is an instrument, my goal is to ensure that you feel better, and more energized than when you arrived. As an Erotic Masseuse, I take my time with you, arousing you, teasing you with my sensual touch so that you're completely relaxed. But men like you Mr. Baker you're still not satisfied with all that I give to you, you are greedy so you want more!
Massage Therapy is a healing art that I truly believe in and as humans, our bodies need and crave just the touch of another human. And with the stressful lives we lead today takes a physical toll on us which is why I'm more convinced that my skills are of great value. And if you're one of my clients I'm gonna treat you the same way I want to be treated when I go for massages myself, and I'm a great tipper.
So Goodbye Mr. Baker, I'd rather have one less client than deal with someone who doesn't appreciate my time and who wants to get something for nothing.
Here you come complaining about how terrible your day was and you've come to me to deliver therapeutic bodywork, and I do, not to mention, I'm your therapist, your psychologist, and even your seductress. You even have the insensitivity to go on and on about your beautiful new home you've just moved into and the vacation you just came back from. You book me for one and a half hour, you want to chit chat for another thirty minutes, and after the session is over, another thirty minutes talking about who knows what, and do you really have to show me the pictures? Listen, I don't mind talking and catching up a bit, but the blatant disregard you have for my time is intrusive and rude, its not going to fly dude!
I've humored you listening to you're disgusting fantasies of having sex with me, how would you expect me to continue putting up with your advances and foolishness. As your Massage Therapist, my entire body is an instrument, my goal is to ensure that you feel better, and more energized than when you arrived. As an Erotic Masseuse, I take my time with you, arousing you, teasing you with my sensual touch so that you're completely relaxed. But men like you Mr. Baker you're still not satisfied with all that I give to you, you are greedy so you want more!
Massage Therapy is a healing art that I truly believe in and as humans, our bodies need and crave just the touch of another human. And with the stressful lives we lead today takes a physical toll on us which is why I'm more convinced that my skills are of great value. And if you're one of my clients I'm gonna treat you the same way I want to be treated when I go for massages myself, and I'm a great tipper.
So Goodbye Mr. Baker, I'd rather have one less client than deal with someone who doesn't appreciate my time and who wants to get something for nothing.
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Confessions Of An Erotic Masseuse
Where did the time go? I can't believe it's been seven years since I've been giving massages with happy endings. As I glance over at my resume' and I realize my last job was in 2008. I must have had some kind of mental breakdown now that I think about it. Why did I leave my job again? It was something about a coworker harassing me right? Oh then there was Marc, he came back into my life and nothing has been the same since. Maybe I'm suffering from PTSD. There has got to be a reasonable and logical explaination why I've subjected myself to oiling down strange men, tugging and stroking on foreign objects I have no business touching.
Tall men, short men, married men, single men,....um white men, brown men, black men, well you get the picture. When it comes to all things sexual, you're gonna meet men across all demographics. Sexual favors knows not of any discrimination when you get down to it.
I partly have to thank MSNBC for opening my eyes, up until watching the episodes on Sex Tracficking I didn't see myself as someone being objectified, I considered myself as a great Massage Practictioner who just happens to make men completely relaxed by releasing every muscle in their body.
I'm an adult, they're adults, what's wrong with that?, I told myself, boy was I wrong. There is no way to escape the psychological damages that occurs to anyone who sells sexual favors or sexual pleasures. I started doing this just over eight years ago and look at me now lack of trust towards men, single, and feeling some kinda way, like, maybe just maybe I don't need a man. I certainly don't need one to satisfy me sexually, I've got my b.o.b. for that, and he pleases me without fail every time. He's patient and very energetic, waits for me to cum. So am I jaded? Nooooo not at all, just a bit more realistic and I know not to put unrealistic expectations on men.
So here I am world another woman who has succumbed to the trappings of making a fast buck. Though, I wouldn't call myself a prostitute, I have definetly taken a few men upon certain offers throughout the 8 years, and I wouldn't Ever do it again because I can't even look at myself long enough if I ever did it again. Yep, I'm on the right track today, after admitting to myself how I got to this place and where I now want to go. So let's see how long it takes to ween off of these damn antidepressants and anxiety meds I'm on for four years and feel like a "normal" person like all of you out there who dare to judge.
Tall men, short men, married men, single men,....um white men, brown men, black men, well you get the picture. When it comes to all things sexual, you're gonna meet men across all demographics. Sexual favors knows not of any discrimination when you get down to it.
I partly have to thank MSNBC for opening my eyes, up until watching the episodes on Sex Tracficking I didn't see myself as someone being objectified, I considered myself as a great Massage Practictioner who just happens to make men completely relaxed by releasing every muscle in their body.
I'm an adult, they're adults, what's wrong with that?, I told myself, boy was I wrong. There is no way to escape the psychological damages that occurs to anyone who sells sexual favors or sexual pleasures. I started doing this just over eight years ago and look at me now lack of trust towards men, single, and feeling some kinda way, like, maybe just maybe I don't need a man. I certainly don't need one to satisfy me sexually, I've got my b.o.b. for that, and he pleases me without fail every time. He's patient and very energetic, waits for me to cum. So am I jaded? Nooooo not at all, just a bit more realistic and I know not to put unrealistic expectations on men.
So here I am world another woman who has succumbed to the trappings of making a fast buck. Though, I wouldn't call myself a prostitute, I have definetly taken a few men upon certain offers throughout the 8 years, and I wouldn't Ever do it again because I can't even look at myself long enough if I ever did it again. Yep, I'm on the right track today, after admitting to myself how I got to this place and where I now want to go. So let's see how long it takes to ween off of these damn antidepressants and anxiety meds I'm on for four years and feel like a "normal" person like all of you out there who dare to judge.
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