Looking for a male masseur

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Once, I saw a post on a forum where a user mentioned a full-body oil massage, saying she felt so good she almost had an orgasm. I found it hard to believe because I've had a full-body oil massage before. It's a common beauty treatment; although you need to be completely naked, the masseuse doesn't touch erogenous zones like the nipples or genitals. It's comfortable, but generally doesn't provide any sexual pleasure. So, I contacted the massage therapist listed on the blog and made an appointment. Following the therapist's directions, I found the place: an ordinary apartment. The therapist warmly invited me to the massage room (one of the rooms in the apartment). The room had a TV and a bed, a decent size. The therapist asked, "Would you like a full-body massage with oil?" I said yes, and he closed the door and had me sit on the edge of the bed. He was about 25 or 26 years old, around 183 cm tall, with a good build, fair skin, and quite handsome—my type. He had a professional smile on his face. I suddenly felt a little embarrassed, since I had come with the intention of seeking "special services." However, this discomfort lasted only a second, because I told myself, "I'm the customer; what customer is afraid of a service worker?" At that moment, the masseur smiled and said, "Let me help you change." I stood up, and he unbuttoned my shirt and quickly removed it (including my bra). I felt awkward having him help me take off my pants, so I took off my trousers myself, leaving my underwear on. By then, he had already arranged pillows and laid out a bath towel, had me put on a disposable massage suit, and had me lie face down on the bed. After I was settled, he said, "Let me help you take off your underwear," and then pulled it down from behind. This was clearly to avoid the embarrassment of the customer removing this last piece of clothing. Then she asked me how the air conditioning was, adjusted it, and asked if I wanted to watch TV or listen to music. I chose soft music, and she dimmed the lights before beginning the service. Initially, she seemed very professional. She started by massaging from my shoulders down my back with both hands. She then carefully asked if my hands were cold and if the pressure was too strong. I've had this kind of regular massage many times, so I'm quite used to it. It usually starts with the back and waist, then the buttocks, legs, and feet, then the arms, and then the client turns over—it seems to follow this order everywhere. But again, because I was now thinking about "touching," I started to think about it in a more sensual way, so every movement of his hands caressing my bare skin gave me a different feeling. I found that when your mind is set on that direction, it really does feel different. Even before he touched any sensitive areas, it seemed like he was starting to turn on. While he was doing this, I started chatting with him. It was just casual conversation. He spoke very nicely and very carefully. I asked him if he had many female clients, and he said not many. I asked if he only offered services to women, and he said yes, they only served women. After chatting for a while, we ran out of things to say and just remained silent. His massage was indeed very comfortable; I felt myself getting slightly wet, probably because I was anticipating it. When he told me to turn over, my heart raced because I knew he was going to massage my breasts. At this point, I felt my face turn slightly red, but thankfully the lighting wasn't too bright, so he probably couldn't see it. I turned over and immediately closed my eyes. He covered my genitals with a towel and walked in front of my head... Sure enough, at this moment he asked me, "Is there anything you don't feel comfortable massaging?" Out of curiosity, I asked, "What about other customers?" He said, "Oh, some customers don't want their nipples massaged; those are reserved for the gentlemen." After saying that, we both laughed heartily. That laughter washed away all the embarrassment. I asked, "What about most of the time?" He said, "It doesn't matter, I massage everywhere, it's quite comfortable." I said, "I don't mind either." Perhaps it was the passion of facing a stranger of the opposite sex, but the moment his hands slid over my nipples, I actually trembled slightly and made a "sizzling" sound. The feeling of his skillful hands massaging my nipples was amazing! I believe many women experience some kind of sexual pleasure at this time, and might feel embarrassed, so he confidently said, "Feels good, right? Lots of people come here, it's very effective. People are so tired from work these days, come and relax after work..." I now believe what the blog says because I noticed he observes me. He noticed I really enjoyed his massage of my breasts, so he repeatedly massaged them. After a while, he used a very comfortable motion: starting from my armpits, he ran his hands over my breasts and nipples, down my ribs, all the way to the side of my buttocks, then flipped back... Then he did it in the opposite direction: starting from my neck, he pushed down, past my breasts and abdomen, until he touched my pubic hair, then pulled back from the side. Every time he pushed towards my lower body, I felt very excited, my body seemed to be anticipating him to continue downwards... I didn't say anything this time because I was a little embarrassed to answer. I felt that this time he pushed a little further towards my genitals, as if he was seducing me. Then he did something I never expected: he stopped his hands on my breasts and started rapidly rubbing my nipples with his fingers! It was a very stimulating action. He said, "Feels good, doesn't it?" My expression must have been very strange at that moment. I bit my lip and said, "Mmm." As he continued to caress my nipples, I closed my eyes and simply moaned, because I couldn't control myself. Massaging my nipples was really stimulating; I felt like my brain was working. He continued to slowly rotate and massage my breasts with the palms of his hands. I once read a short story about a female customer who developed some unspoken feelings for the male masseur during a massage. That's just the novelist's romantic imagination. In reality, our relationship was purely financial; I paid, and he provided the service. I think many women would lose interest if they thought about that, because the intimacy they seek isn't just physical but also emotional. Personally, I've always preferred massages because I feel that whether you go for a beauty treatment or to see a doctor, it's for your health, so you should try to relax; otherwise, you're just paying money to suffer. Men and women sometimes ask, if there's a physical need, why not seek out a man? I think the reasoning is the same as with masturbation: many men and women masturbate either because their sexual partner isn't available in bed, or because the orgasm from masturbation and the orgasm from sex are not interchangeable; each has its own merits. Although I have my husband in my daily life, he can't give me the same delicate caresses and relaxation that professional male masseuses provide. Psychologically, my husband is the active party, the conqueror; the male masseur is someone I paid for, someone who serves me. So, when a male masseur massages me, there are aspects that my husband can't match. At this point, he didn't continue but went out. Half a minute later, he returned with a hot towel, gently wiped away the oil from my body, and had me turn over and lie face down. I wanted to ask why, but I was too embarrassed to, guessing it was probably part of the service routine. I later realized I was right. To ensure repeat customers, they massage for the full amount of time each time, making the customer feel it's worthwhile. He started with my back, but this time it felt different. He gently caressed and stroked my back and waist like a lover… His hands seemed to have more than twenty fingers, as if countless fingers covered every nerve ending… He kept touching me, making soft moaning sounds: “Ah…oh…”. I quickly became aroused, feeling even wetter down there, and my genitals unconsciously rubbed against the towel beneath me. Then I heard him take off his shoes, kneel behind me, and massage my buttocks and waist. These are both erogenous zones for women, and he certainly wouldn't miss them. His massage felt so good that I instinctively arched my back. But he didn't immediately stimulate my core. He knelt forward slightly, leaned down, and started with his hands, moving them from my buttocks, down my waist and back, then sliding to my sides, reaching forward to touch my breasts! I couldn't control myself. When he touched my nipple, I made "oh oh" sounds and inhaled deeply. He responded with a few moans as he continued to rub my nipple. I felt the nerves in my nipple were directly connected to my brain, the stimulation sending waves of sensation through my body, as if my whole body was relaxing, and my lower body was secreting fluids. I unconsciously raised my upper body so he could grasp my breasts, while my body involuntarily and helplessly twisted, continuing to moan "mmm." He probably thought my moans were too loud, so he got up, turned up the music, and came back to the original position. Because his caresses of my breasts felt so good, my sensations were concentrated on my breasts and lower body, and I was less sensitive to my lower back. So even though he was doing a large circular motion...The movements (from buttocks, waist, back to breasts, then back down over the abdomen) mainly focused on the breasts. I must have been quite out of control: I was groaning with my buttocks sticking out. He then sat up and gently pressed my lower back. I understood and leaned down. He put some oil on his hands and sprinkled it between my buttocks. Oh my god, I knew he was probably going to massage my anus, but then I thought, that's unlikely, right? Before I could think any further, his fingers were already there. He was very skilled: he used both hands to alternately stroke my buttocks, and every time he passed my anus, I would get excited. With each alternating stroke, the excitement was like a series of throbbing. I guess by this time, I was wet and had soaked the towel. He then spoke: "Feels good, doesn't it?" I didn't speak, just made a soft sound. He then placed his fingers on my anus, massaging the perianal area, rotating, and gently wriggling, while his other hand pressed on my buttocks, making me feel so good! He must have known that the customer was enjoying himself, so his professional groans became louder. By this time, I had developed some feelings for him, so I blushed and said, "You're only using your hands? Can you use your body to massage me?" He answered expertly, "You mean using your body? Hmm, I have no problem with that, but you'll have to give me an extra xx yuan. This kind of work is physically demanding." I thought, since we've already done it, and it feels so good, I might as well take it. So I agreed. He pressed down on me from behind, his arms in front of my head… I immediately felt his penis rubbing against my back, tickling me. His professional moans amplified; I don't know how much of it was genuine, but he must have felt good too. He pressed down further, massaging me with his body, asking, "If it's too hard, just say so." I said it was okay, it was fine. This kind of back massage felt better than his hands because the contact area was larger, and it was his sensitive area, giving a more intimate, skin-to-skin feeling. He massaged my back with his body, then gradually moved downwards, circling my buttocks… I felt a little embarrassed at this point, after all, it was genital contact between a man and a woman, but he probably didn't care and continued, teasing me with his penis between my buttocks… I was already on the verge of orgasm, and I became bolder, so I simply said, "Could you massage my buttocks again with your hands?" I made this request because his anal massage felt so good earlier, I felt like I was about to orgasm. He said okay, and massaged my anus like before. I felt "that" coming, so I said, "Keep doing this, don't stop." He said, "Okay, I won't stop," and he even increased the volume of his moans. I had never orgasmed from an anal massage before, and of course, no one had ever caressed my buttocks for so long before touching my genitals, but this time I really did. My genitals were pressed tightly against the towel, and when he pressed my buttocks with his fingers, I felt my clitoris throbbing—I had orgasmed! I was afraid of making too much noise, so I bit my lip to suppress my moans. After that wave subsided, I was panting as I reached down to touch myself: the towel around my vagina and below was completely soaked! "Sister, do you want to rest for a bit?" I said yes, and got up. Seeing that I was completely naked, and he was also naked, he first lifted a corner of the towel to wipe the water from my genitals. I was very embarrassed, but seeing how focused he was, I relaxed. Then he gently pulled off the wet towel and placed a clean one on top. I put on my shirt and got out of bed. (He left for a minute, and I sat naked on the bed, watching the light shine on my oil-stained breasts, making them glisten. I laughed to myself, thinking, "I never thought I could play like this. I rarely reach orgasms, but this pretty boy made it so easy for me several times." Just thinking about it sent a tingling sensation through my body like an electric current.) He brought me a glass of warm water. "Let's chat," I said, taking the initiative. "Have other people ever done this to me?" He said, "Rarely." He said, "You seem to be enjoying it." I said, "Of course, it's been a long time since I felt this good." He said, "Are you married?" I thought for a moment and said, "Yes, I'm married, and I feel good with my husband." He said, "Your husband doesn't do this to you?" I said, "My husband does too, but not as well as you." He smiled smugly. He said, "Do you want more?" I said, "What?" He said, "There's something even more comfortable." I laughed and said, "I don't want to leave yet." He said, "Okay, I haven't finished the whole thing yet, I didn't expect you to go first..." After resting for a while and listening to music... ...After I got high, I clung to him tightly and wouldn't let go. He whispered in my ear, "You're completely soaked, my hands are all wet." I said, "It's so...comfortable." After I sat up, he used a towel to wipe away the oil. Looking at his body, I had a mischievous thought and said, "I want to eat too," and went to suck his nipple and penis. He didn't resist, letting me lick it, and continued his professional moaning."There's something even more comfortable," I said with a smile. "I don't want to leave yet." He said, "Okay, I haven't finished the whole thing yet, I didn't expect you to go first..." We rested for a while and listened to some music... After I got high, I held him tightly and wouldn't let go. He whispered in my ear, "You're completely soaked, my hands are wet." I said, "It's so... comfortable." After I sat up, he used a towel to wipe away the oil. Looking at his body, I had a mischievous thought and said, "I want to eat too," and went to suck his nipple and penis. He didn't resist and let me lick it, and continued to moan professionally."There's something even more comfortable," I said with a smile. "I don't want to leave yet." He said, "Okay, I haven't finished the whole thing yet, I didn't expect you to go first..." We rested for a while and listened to some music... After I got high, I held him tightly and wouldn't let go. He whispered in my ear, "You're completely soaked, my hands are wet." I said, "It's so... comfortable." After I sat up, he used a towel to wipe away the oil. Looking at his body, I had a mischievous thought and said, "I want to eat too," and went to suck his nipple and penis. He didn't resist and let me lick it, and continued to moan professionally.

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