The passion of massage

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The "oil massage" mentioned here is actually a massage technique used in saunas and bathhouses, technically called "pushing and kneading." Initially, it was popular in two styles: Hong Kong style and Thai style. Later, somehow, the Thai style oil massage changed its form, incorporating erotic elements, so it came to be known as "oil massage." One day, I won several hundred yuan playing mahjong. Seeing that it was already past midnight, I started to feel hungry. So I treated everyone to drinks. After
a satisfying meal, some went home, others went to their wives. I was alone, my girlfriend wasn't around, and I suddenly felt quite lonely. Where could I go to kill some time? Lost in thought, I found myself at the entrance of a sauna and bathhouse. Perfect! Time for a shower and a quick rinse.
Looking at the brochure, it seemed to offer a wide range of services. After showering, I changed into a bathrobe, ordered tea, and rested in the lobby. Then came the full range of services: massage, foot reflexology, and so on. The whole experience was incredibly relaxing, both physically and mentally. Wow! City life is so good these days, so fast-paced, everything is available. It seems like we should live a more relaxed life. Thinking to himself, X
started teasing the girls, slurping and flirting, thoroughly enjoying himself. Just then, the girl giving him a foot massage, seeing how much he liked it, whispered, "Sir, would you like to try our oil massage? Our oil massage is amazing, guaranteed to make you feel great!" Upon hearing this
, I couldn't help but think: In my experience, any service offered by a hostess is usually illegitimate, perhaps even with a hint of pornography. Whatever, I've already won money, and if I don't spend it, it'll be gone anyway. (Gambling buddies know this unwritten rule: if you don't spend your winnings, you'll lose them all later.)
Thinking this, I jokingly said to the hostess, "Okay! Are you going to do it? What level? I don't like levels 2 or 3, I prefer level 1." The hostess wasn't shy and happily replied, "How would I know how? I wouldn't even know how to do it. It's done by professionals. Do you want it? I'll go find one for you." "Okay! Let's try it out." Later
I learned that the woman doing the massage was actually from the same city as her, and they helped each other out in these kinds of situations, introducing each other to jobs. A short while later, the woman returned and said to me, "Sir, please come with me," leading me to a private room. As I entered, the woman tactfully said, "Sir, please rest assured, we generally won't disturb your enjoyment unless you call us." I chuckled.
The private room was spacious, with very soft lighting. There was a bathroom and a single bed. This bed gave me a strange feeling; it wasn't like a bed or a massage bed. It was very low, covered in leather, and looked more like a bath scrubbed bed. But it
doesn't look like it. It's forked at the bottom, probably for making someone lie down with their legs spread apart. Heh, what is this? It looks like torture. Just as I was pondering this, a woman came out of the bathroom. She looked like she had just finished showering. This woman was very pretty, with a delicate face, wearing a bikini, and a friendly smile. She looked to be about 22-24 years old. She

had long, black hair and full, firm breasts. Anyone would want to pinch them. Her smooth skin was glistening with water droplets, giving off endless fantasies and desires under the soft light. Below were her firm, long legs, smooth and glossy. She smiled and said to me, "Sir, please shower again, and then I will serve you." I had to shower again! I was done in less than two minutes. Actually,
the young lady knew that everyone who came here had just finished bathing; it was just a formality. When I came out, she still gently gestured for me to lie on that strange bed. Now I understood—this bed was for lying down with your legs spread, just in a reclining position. At this point, the young lady chuckled: "Looks like this is your first time getting an oil massage?" "Yes, you have to do it well. If you like it, I'll come back to you next time."
At this point, don't pretend you know what you're doing; otherwise, the young lady will try to fool you. The young lady came over and helped me undress. I like women undressing me, but when she took off my underwear, I was still a little surprised. Did she have to take that off too?! Seeing the young lady's confident and familiar gaze, I didn't say anything. And so, I lay naked on the bed. I turned around to see what the young lady was doing. Wow
! The girl started taking off her clothes too, and she was completely naked! Heh, no way. This isn't a massage, it looks like she's going to do something. At first, I was wrong; the girl didn't try to flirt with me. Instead, she picked up a large container of something that looked like a skin cream and started applying it all over my body. So this is massage oil. The girl applied it very carefully, first slowly spreading it on my back, then my shoulders, her hands moving skillfully and evenly. My entire back was covered. Then she slowly moved it to my buttocks and thighs. Soon,
my entire back was covered in massage oil. At this point, the oil started working; my back felt cool, yet my skin was slowly warming up. The oil was very effective; my back felt comfortable, my skin relaxed, as if my flesh was entering a sleep state. Then, the masseuse began the massage. I suddenly felt two large lumps of flesh on my back, like grapes on the skin. So warm, so soft.
Especially those two grapes, hard as fingers, stroking my muscles. It was like finding pressure points. After massaging my back for a while, the masseuse started massaging my buttocks and thighs, her hands also gently massaging my back muscles. This
feeling is so comfortable, it's an indescribable kind of bliss. My penis instantly became hard, incredibly swollen. At first, I wasn't embarrassed because I realized the bed's design was truly scientific; that split was now useful, opening quite high. Without moving, my penis was perfectly positioned inside. Great, I could get as hard as I wanted without worrying about it hitting the bed.
Her full breasts and gentle hands rubbed against my skin from behind, my body felt weak, utterly listless, and completely relaxed. Then, without realizing it, the wonderful sensations on my body replaced the sensations in my lower body, and my penis slowly softened, completely replaced by the soft feeling on my back. The woman was very experienced; anticipating my change, she hugged me and helped me turn over, beginning a front-body massage.
At this point, I could see her entire body. Such a gaze was incredibly stimulating to the eyes. Her full breasts slowly pressed against my chest, and she used both hands to press her breasts firmly against my chest, making circles. She rubbed against me, occasionally flicking my nipples with her own. Sometimes she'd look up at me, smiling.

My energy was building; the massage oil was making me increasingly aroused, but the cooling sensation was also intensifying. These two sensations clashed and alternated, making my body numb and swollen. I felt as if I were floating on clouds.
I hugged her back, rubbing her smooth shoulders, occasionally sneaking a few grabs at her buttocks. The woman didn't say anything, seemingly acquiescing to my actions. Actually, they allowed touching; any reaction from a customer in this situation is normal. Slowly, slowly, the woman's breasts slid down to my groin, completely enveloping it, and she began making love.
Her hands gripped my penis tightly with her breasts, stroking it up and down. The massage oil made my penis feel very lubricated inside her breasts. I instantly became hard again, and my buttocks tensed, unconsciously moving my body to meet her movements.
Both hands also touched her breasts, squeezing them tightly against my penis, just like she did. While she was pleasuring me, she straddled one of my legs, pressing her lower body tightly against mine, rubbing up and down, moaning, "Ah! I want it, I want it..."
I felt her lower body was also wet, and slowly, fluid flowed down my leg. This double stimulation ignited my lust rapidly. The energy that had been building up inside me began to explode, and I thrust my penis forcefully, watching the head of my penis move up and down inside my foreskin. After a while, all the heat in my body concentrated on one point, and the woman, sensing this crucial moment, released her breasts, lowered her head, and took my penis into her mouth, closing her mouth tightly, wrapping it around my penis, while her hands also grasped my testicles, gently kneading them. This was like the fuse of an
dynamite, igniting me. I couldn't help but yell, pressing her head down tightly with both hands, and releasing my fiery energy. My semen shot everywhere like cannonballs—
on the woman's face and my body. The woman's hands were still moving up and down my penis, helping me dissipate my energy. I held her shoulders to keep her from moving, trembling as I ejaculated.
After a few minutes, the heat inside me slowly subsided. The woman, understanding, lay on top of me, gently stroking me, comforting me after my orgasm. Soon, I recovered, and with the woman's embrace, we went to the bathroom to wash ourselves.
Then, I wrote a note on the form the woman brought me. Back in the lobby, I lit a cigarette, closed my eyes, and slowly savored the memory, eventually falling asleep. In my dream, I seemed to see the woman gently undressing again, applying oil, and then, with her full breasts, assaulting my body. The "
oil massage" I'm referring to is actually a massage technique used in saunas and bathhouses, technically called "pushing and kneading." Initially, it was popular in two styles: Hong Kong style and Thai style. Later, I don't know how, the Thai style oil massage changed, becoming more erotic, so it came to be called "oil massage." One day, I won several hundred yuan playing mahjong. Seeing that it was already past midnight and I was starting to get hungry
, I treated everyone to drinks. After a satisfying meal, some went home, others went to their wives. I was alone, my girlfriend wasn't around, and I suddenly felt very lonely. Where could I find some entertainment? Lost in thought, I found myself at the entrance of a sauna and bathhouse. Perfect, I could take a shower and clean myself up.

Looking at the introduction, it seemed to offer many services. After showering, changing into a bathrobe, ordering tea, and resting in the lobby, I was treated to a full range of services: massage, foot reflexology, and so on. The whole experience was incredibly relaxing, both physically and mentally. Sigh! City life is so good these days, developing so fast, you can have everything. It seems like people should live a more relaxed life.
Thinking this to myself, I started teasing the ladies, a mix of teasing and flirting, thoroughly enjoying myself. At this moment, the masseuse giving me a foot massage noticed my eagerness and whispered, "Sir, would you like to try our oil massage? Our oil massage is excellent, guaranteed to make you feel great!"
Hearing this, I couldn't help but think: In my experience, anything a service attendant recommends is usually illegitimate, perhaps even with a hint of pornography. Oh well, I've already won the money, and if I don't spend it, I'll lose it all. (Gamblers know this unwritten rule: if you don't spend your winnings, you'll lose them all later.)
Thinking this, I jokingly said to the masseuse, "Sure! Are you going to do it? What level? I don't like levels 2 or 3, I prefer level 1." The masseuse wasn't shy and happily replied, "How would I know how? I wouldn't even know how to do it. It's done by professionals. Do you want one? I'll go find one for you." "Okay! Let's try it out." Later I learned that the massage girl and she had come to the city together to earn money. In such situations, they would help each other and introduce jobs. A short while later, the girl returned and said to me, "Sir, please come with me," leading me to a private room. As I entered, the girl tactfully said, "Sir, please rest assured, we generally won't disturb your enjoyment unless you call us." I chuckled.

The private room was spacious, with very soft lighting. There was a bathroom and a single bed. This bed gave me a strange feeling; it wasn't a bed nor a massage bed. It was very low, covered in leather, and looked more like a scrubbing bed. But it
wasn't either; the bottom was split, probably for lying with legs spread apart. Heh, what is this? It looks like torture. Just as I was pondering this, a girl came out of the bathroom. She looked like she had just finished showering. This girl was very pretty, with a delicate face, wearing a bikini, and a friendly smile. She looked to be about my age. 22-24 years old.
Long, black hair, full, firm breasts. They made you want to pinch them. Water droplets clung to her smooth skin, inspiring endless fantasies and desires under the soft light. Below were strong, long, shapely thighs, smooth and glossy. She smiled and said to me, "Sir, please rinse off again, then I'll serve you." Another shower?! I was done in less than two minutes.
Actually, the woman knew that everyone who came here just wanted to shower and be done; it was just a formality. When I came out, the woman still gently ushered me to lie down on that strange... On the bed. Now I knew, this bed was for lying down with your legs spread, just in a reclining position. At this moment, the masseuse chuckled: "Looks like this is your first time getting an oil massage?" "Yes, you have to do a good job. If it feels good, I'll come back to you next time."
At this point, don't pretend to know what you're doing, or the masseuse will try to fool you. The masseuse came over and started undressing me. I usually like women undressing me, but when she took off my panties, I was still a little surprised. Did she have to take that off too? Seeing the masseuse's confident and familiar gaze, I didn't say anything. And so, I lay naked on the bed... On the bed. I turned around to see what the young lady was doing.

Wow! She started taking off her clothes too, and she was completely naked! Haha, no way. This isn't a massage, it looks like she's about to do something. At first, I was wrong. The young lady didn't come up to flirt with me. Instead, she picked up a large container of something that looked like a skin cream and started applying it all over my body. So this was a massage cream. The young lady applied it very carefully, first slowly applying it to my back, then my shoulders, her two hands moving skillfully, spreading the massage cream evenly. My entire back was covered. Then she slowly moved it to my buttocks and thighs. Soon,
my entire back was covered in massage cream. At this point, the cream took effect; my back felt cool, yet my skin was slowly warming up. The cream was very effective; my back felt comfortable, my skin relaxed, as if my flesh was entering a sleep state. Then, the masseuse began the massage. I suddenly felt two large lumps of flesh on my back, like grapes on the surface. So warm, so soft.
Especially those two grapes, hard, like fingers, stroking my muscles. It was like finding pressure points. The masseuse massaged my back for a while, then started massaging my buttocks and thighs, her hands gently massaging my back muscles as well.
This feeling was so comfortable, an indescribable pleasure. My penis instantly became hard, incredibly swollen. At first, I wasn't embarrassed because I realized the bed's design was truly scientific; that split was now useful, opening quite high. I didn't move, and my penis was perfectly positioned inside. Great, I could get as hard as I wanted without worrying about hitting the bed.
Her full breasts and gentle hands rubbed against my skin from behind, making my body weak and limp, yet completely comfortable. Before I knew it, the wonderful sensations on my body replaced the sensations in my lower body; my manhood slowly softened, completely replaced by the soft feeling on my back. The masseuse was experienced; anticipating my change, she pulled me over and began massaging my front with oil.
At this point, I could see her entire body. Such a gaze was incredibly stimulating to the eyes. Her full breasts slowly pressed against my chest, and she used both hands to press her breasts firmly against my chest, rubbing them in circles, occasionally flicking my nipples with her nipples. Occasionally, she would look up at me, smiling.
The energy within me was building; the massage oil made my body increasingly hot, but the cooling sensation also intensified. These two sensations clashed and alternated, making my body numb and swollen, as if I were floating on clouds.
I hugged her back, rubbing her smooth shoulders with my hands, occasionally sneaking a few grabs at her buttocks. The woman didn't say anything, seemingly acquiescing to my actions. Actually, they allow touching, so any reaction from the customer in this situation is normal. Slowly, slowly, the woman's breasts slid down to my crotch, suddenly enveloping my penis with them, and we began making love.
Her hands gripped my penis tightly with her breasts, stroking it up and down. The massage cream made my penis feel very lubricated inside her breasts. I immediately became hard again, and my buttocks tensed, unconsciously moving my body to meet her strokes.
My hands also touched her breasts, gripping them and squeezing my penis tightly, just like her. While stroking, the woman straddled one of my legs. She pressed her lower body tightly against my legs, rubbing up and down, moaning, "Ah! I want it, I want it..."

I felt her lower body was also wet, and slowly, fluid flowed onto my legs. This double stimulation ignited my lust rapidly. The energy that had been building up inside me began to explode, and I thrust my penis forcefully, watching the head of my penis move up and down inside my foreskin. After a while, all the heat in my body concentrated on one point, and the woman also sensed this crucial moment. She released her breasts, lowered her head, and immediately took my penis into her mouth, closing her mouth tightly, wrapping it up and down, while her hands also grasped my scrotum, gently kneading it. This
was like the fuse of an dynamite, igniting me. I couldn't help but yell, pressing her head down tightly with both hands, and ejaculating my fiery energy. My semen shot everywhere, like cannonballs, onto the young lady's face and my body. The young lady's hands were still moving up and down my penis, helping me to release my energy. I held her shoulders to keep her from moving, and just kept ejaculating, trembling.
After a few minutes, the heat inside me slowly subsided. The young lady was also very understanding, lying on top of me, gently stroking me, giving me comfort after my orgasm. Soon, I recovered, and together with the young lady in her arms, we went to the bathroom to wash ourselves. Then
I wrote down the missing words on the form the young lady brought me. Back in the lobby, I lit a cigarette, closed my eyes, and slowly savored the memory, eventually falling asleep. In my dream, I seemed to see the young lady gently undressing again, applying lotion, and then pressing her full breasts against my body.

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