My sexual experiences with 29 massage girls

Let me give you a brief introduction: I'm in my early thirties, of above-average looks, and with average sexual ability. Due to various unavoidable and irreversible reasons in my life, I've had casual relationships with over 20 women. Although none of them were romantic, they are still experiences in my life, and I'll briefly recount them as a memento.

The first time was on a business trip in Q city. An older man took me to a hair salon, saying it was for a massage. Although I was somewhat prepared, I had no idea what would happen once I entered the private room. To be honest, even if the woman just gave me a quick massage and asked for a tip, I would obediently give it to her. She told me to lie down, and when I didn't move, she started to pretend to massage me. Even when her hands were rubbing around my private area, I still didn't dare to touch her. Finally, she asked me: "Want to have sex?" I said, "Okay, let's go." She said, "Then take off your clothes." I was timid and shy at the time, so I said, "You take yours off first." The woman was quite generous, saying it didn't matter who undressed first, and then she took off her clothes and came over to help me undress. She started touching my penis, and I quickly got an erection. I wanted to pull her over and have her sit on my lap, but she wisely said, "I'm too heavy, I'm afraid you can't handle it." I didn't force her, and she quickly lay down on the bed with her legs spread, waiting for me. At that moment, I said something ridiculous: "Sister, I've never been here before, please take care of me." To be honest, she was older than me, and her looks were average. There wasn't much beauty in having sex with her, but because it was my first time, it was very exciting. There was no teasing, and I finished in no time. While I was getting dressed, she even said to me, "You're so honest."

I took a thorough shower when I got home.

For a long time afterward, my heart would still race whenever I thought about it, especially whenever I passed by that place. It felt like that was the only place in the world where they had prostitutes. Sometimes I wanted to do it again, but I just couldn't bring myself to go inside. The second time was when I had some money and mustered up the courage to go to a bathhouse. I went up to the massage area on the second floor, which is still my favorite place to go to to this day; I'll just call it "Western Bathhouse" for short. I pretended to be an expert and asked the masseuse to tell me what services they offered. She talked about things like "roaming ice and fire," but I didn't understand any of it. I only understood one service: oral sex. It cost 380 yuan, which I could afford, so I ordered that. That time, I didn't know what to do at first, so I just obediently followed the masseuse's instructions. I took off my clothes and lay face down. She massaged me briefly with her hands and then started taking off my clothes, leaving me only in my underwear. Of course, I didn't dare to look back at her. I only realized it when she started massaging my back with her breasts. It took me a while to understand that she was using her breasts. Later, she started licking my back with the tip of her tongue, but I still didn't understand. It took me a while to realize that. Before this, I was even too embarrassed to ask for girls at karaoke bars. I wouldn't even dare to hold a girl's hand while singing. Girls were still sacred to me. How could I believe that a girl would not only use her breasts but also her tongue for sex? At that time, I thought girls were like those in novels and movies—you could give them thousands of dollars, and they wouldn't let you touch them. So, to be honest, I felt a little overwhelmed. Especially since she even licked my buttocks and the soles of my feet, I felt very guilty. After I turned over, she started massaging my front with her breasts. I didn't dare touch her at all, afraid of being impolite. It wasn't until she rubbed my genitals with her breasts that I said, "Can you take off your underwear too?" She said, "I can't take this off." I didn't force her. Following the order, she licked my front as well, and finally started giving me oral sex. There was something she did that I didn't understand at the time, but later realized was inappropriate: she put a small plastic bag over my genitals. Now I know that you should at least use a condom if you're not using anything. I don't know why that girl would use that. This time, it didn't take long for me to recover either. Besides broadening my horizons, something interesting happened this time: while she was using her breasts in front of me, we chatted for a bit, talking about how hard it is to make a living, and inevitably the topic turned to relationships. I even asked her, "Do you have a boyfriend now?" She said a little shyly, "I have one, you could say he's a close friend."

The third time, I went to "Xiyu" again, and this time I found a girl for a breast massage. She practically had no breasts; her breasts were flat and unremarkable. There's not much to say about her.

The fourth time was also at "Xiyu," and I got oral sex again. I remember this girl was wearing a pretty yellow short skirt at the beginning, but she wasn't very kind. Instead of a breast massage, she just pressed me a few times and started giving me oral sex. I ended up ejaculating in her mouth, and after rinsing her mouth, she complained that men's semen is so salty. (Referring to the taste of semen)

The fifth time, I went to "Huayu." The private room was terrible, and the girl was old and ugly, but she showed me the charm of a professional prostitute for the first time—moaning.

That kind of deliberately faked behavior, that lewd act of a woman, honestly, even if you know she's faking it, you still get excited. I teased her then, "You're really good at faking."

She said, "Isn't it just to make you happy?" This was the second time I actually did it (referring to vaginal penetration). Afterwards, she told me that once she met someone who did it to her for over two hours, changing condoms several times, but still couldn't ejaculate. She complained unhappily, saying that it must be some kind of disease. After I finished with her, I was walking down the street and saw a middle-aged man standing on a street late at night selling meat-filled buns for only one yuan each. I thought, he probably can't imagine that a slut letting someone do it once costs the same as him making hundreds of buns. At that moment, I thought, there must be some really fucking bastard aspects to this world. (Of course, I'm a bastard, I admit it, so I won't say more.)

In between, I went to those kinds of brothels a few times. Those girls just give you a handjob, the service is terrible, at most you can touch them, they won't actually do it, so I won't go into details.

The sixth time, I went to a "Long Bath" place, which was a lower-class establishment and cost 150 yuan. However, I was lucky the first time; the girl was young and quite pretty.

Her name was Lu Xiaobei, and she said her friends called her "Little Northeast," which confirmed she was from Northeast China. Young girls are just so appealing. Except for her not-so-full breasts, everything else was great. Her pubic hair was sparse, and she smiled beautifully during sex, constantly flattering me. She was a little reluctant to be on top, but she was still obedient. When she said she was tired, I had her lie down while I did it, and she chatted with me while laughing. I said she looked a bit like Shu Qi (which is true). Finally, I had her lie face down, and I did it from behind until I finished. While she was getting dressed, I asked her what she liked to do. She said she often went dancing at night. I asked if she knew how to do headbanging, saying it looked beautiful on girls. She said of course she did. I asked her to demonstrate, but she didn't. She told me about a nearby disco where many girls went to take drugs and dance after booking a room.

The seventh time was also at "Longyu." The girl told me her name, but I didn't remember it. I told her that I had met a young girl who could dance last time and asked her what she liked to do. She was a bit older and obviously a little insecure about talking about young girls, but she was still kind and obedient during sex. She was a bit chubby, with large breasts and a relatively loose vagina. I had developed a habit at that time, always letting the girl be on top at first, so I could relax and save energy. I would take over when they got tired, and eventually, I would do it from behind until I ejaculated.

The eighth time was also at "Longyu." I don't remember this girl very well, but she was quite easygoing and very cooperative when I asked her to be on top. We chatted while we did it. She said she was a boss in a certain county and had recently been having some cash flow problems, so she was doing this for a while to save some money. She said that this line of work was even more prevalent in many places in the county, in karaoke bars, restaurants, and hair salons, where you could do it for 50, 20, or even 10 or 5 yuan.

On my ninth visit, I discovered a spot called "Moon Bath" and met a girl from Northeast China. She said, "How did you know I was from Northeast China? I'm speaking Mandarin!" It was hilarious. She said she wasn't doing anything too strenuous since she was new, so we agreed on "hand massage." I was in good form that time, and she used both hands for an hour, barely managing to finish just before the time was up. She said, "How are you so amazing?" She probably felt quite tired that time and asked me for a pack of cigarettes. I don't like to argue with girls, so I agreed.

Later, while buying groceries at the market near my house, I unexpectedly ran into this girl. She looked at me carefully, probably thinking I looked familiar. I wonder if she recognized me.

The tenth time I went to "Longyu," the girl was quite individualistic. She was of a good age, good looks, and had a particularly firm bust. I wanted to see her genitals, and she generously said, "Hey, it's okay, go ahead," and readily lay down and spread her legs for me to see. While she was on top, we chatted, and the atmosphere was pleasant. She asked if I was comfortable, and I said yes. She said she didn't care, that she'd never had an orgasm. I asked her, "Have you never had an orgasm with your boyfriend?" This offended her, and she coldly replied, "That's completely different!" It seemed this girl still reserved a territory for her boyfriend that she wouldn't allow outsiders to intrude upon. Afterwards, she urinated in front of me in the private room, an act that disgusted me.

On my eleventh "Longyu" (a euphemism for a sexual encounter), I encountered another woman from Northeast China. Her face wasn't pretty, but her figure was passable, and she had a very strong constitution. She was the first woman to make me realize that women aren't all so delicate and weak. When I put her on top, her movements were very vigorous; I felt like I was being raped. Aside from this job, I believe she naturally had a high sex drive, because usually girls don't get truly excited during sex, except for her. She seemed very excited, almost making me lack the confidence to satisfy her. When she moved from on top to below me, she said lewdly, "Isn't it good that I let you do it?"

On my twelfth "Longyu," it was the same slut again. This was the only time I'd encountered the same person repeatedly. She was quite drunk. I didn't ask her to perform oral sex, but she took me into her mouth and started swallowing me. Before I even penetrated her, she ejaculated in her mouth. She said that in all her years in this line of work, this was the first time someone had ejaculated in her mouth—I don't know if that's true or not.

The thirteenth "long bath" session: The girl was quite pretty, and I was initially happy. But I don't know what happened to her, or if she was new to this line of work and hadn't shaken off that aversion, but she was uncooperative and awkward when I asked her to be on top. When I asked her to be on the bottom, she turned her face away with disgust. Disappointed, I said, "Why are you like this? It's like I'm raping you." She coldly replied, "You didn't rape me!" That time, we didn't end up doing it, and it was the only time, but I still signed the contract for her.

The fourteenth "long bath" session: This time it was even worse. I encountered a big, clumsy, dark-skinned woman. She was dull-witted and almost never smiled. She was overweight, with huge breasts that I couldn't even hold in both hands. Her vagina was even looser, and she had a large patch of thick, dark pubic hair. I had absolutely no confidence in dealing with someone like that. How could I possibly win against her? She had no aesthetic appeal whatsoever, only satisfying a slightly perverse breast fetish. The way those huge breasts moved was quite stimulating.

The sixteenth time was at "Longyu" (a type of bathhouse). I was going through a rough patch, so I frequented "Longyu" more often. This time, the woman was terrible—short and ugly. She kept urging me to finish quickly, which made me feel nauseous. I only managed to finish because she did oral sex. At that point, I realized "Longyu" was losing business; they couldn't find decent girls anymore. The

seventeenth time, I went to "Yueyu" (another type of bathhouse). This time, the woman was decent-looking, but her breasts were unattractive, and her areolas were dark—she was definitely an old prostitute. We went at it for a long time, trying many positions. Seeing that I wasn't satisfied and that it was almost time to go, she had no choice but to say, "How about we take off the condom?"

I hesitated for a moment and agreed. It was indeed much better without a condom. She kept yelling, "Fuck! Fuck!" I couldn't take it anymore and said, "What are you fucking for?" She smiled ingratiatingly and said, "I'll let you fuck me!" That's her exact words, without any embellishment.

I ejaculated inside her with great pleasure. Afterwards, she boasted that her body was guaranteed to be clean and she wouldn't have any diseases. I knew you couldn't finish with a condom. She even scratched her belly, trying to squeeze out the semen. I wonder if she'll take contraceptive pills afterward. She flattered me, saying, "You're really good. Whoever marries you will be so lucky." I said, "Being able to do this is happiness." She said, "Isn't this what people get out of marriage?" I was speechless.

The eighteenth time, "Moon Bath," I thought the girl was too ugly, so I suggested changing to another one. This time she was indeed a bit better, quite attractive. We tried many different positions, and I even asked her to undo her braids so I could see her with her long hair flowing down. After we finished, we even discussed clothes and makeup for a while. The nineteenth time,

"Kai Bath," I met a beautiful woman. I really thought she was exceptionally beautiful, but unfortunately, she didn't do the "big jobs," only hand massages. I said she was beautiful enough to be a star, but she didn't seem to care. Sometimes I think life's twists and turns are truly incomprehensible. Someone as beautiful as her, without any special experiences leading to this situation, could easily have tied herself to a wealthy man and relied on him for life, raising children and living a happy old age. But now, I really don't know what the future holds for her. However, she has an amazing attitude; it seems she never thinks about anything that worries her, and she can always find a moment of joy. I'm even a little envious of her. I think she's experienced a lot, which is why she's so detached. Sometimes, the attitudes of young women towards life are quite intriguing. I'm getting off-topic.

On my twentieth "Kai Bath," the beautiful girl I was looking for wasn't there, so I found another girl for hand and breast massages. This method wasn't very interesting; as long as I came, I achieved my goal. What was a little interesting was that when she saw I hadn't come after a while, she said, "How about I add some sound effects for you?" and started moaning. It really worked; I came very quickly after hearing her moan. On my

twenty-first "Moon Bath," the girl was of lower quality and had a bit of body odor. I didn't have any pity or chivalry towards her; I turned her over and over and did it to her every time, finally making her lie face down to ejaculate inside me.

On the twenty-second "moon bath," the girl still wasn't interested. Knowing I disliked her looks, she tried to appease me by giving me a massage first. But having sex with her wasn't very interesting either. Finally, I had her lie on her side with one leg on the bed and the other raised. This position opened her vulva, allowing me to see clearly while penetrating her, making penetration very intense. Honestly, this position was quite uncomfortable and embarrassing for her, but at least it was somewhat interesting, and I finally ejaculated. At this point, I felt the "moon bath" was no longer working.

On the twenty-third, I returned to the "western bath." This time I was drunk, and I had no recollection of what the girl looked like, but I think she was tall and quite attractive, and the oral sex was still very enjoyable.

This was my twenty-fourth "Western Bath." I was more sober this time. The girl was very pretty and had a great figure. She was very attentive during the act. It was the first time I felt how incredibly comfortable it was for a girl to rub her breasts all over my body, and how pleasurable it was to lick me with her tongue. During oral sex, she first used ice water, which felt a bit strange, but then she used hot water, which felt amazing. I loved it and asked her to use more hot water. That oral sex session was quite perfect. After that, we went all out and did it for a long time, trying several different positions. She was very compliant, but when I tried to have her lie on her side with her legs raised, she hesitated and said that position was too uncomfortable. I couldn't bring myself to force her. In the end, she flattered me, saying, "Brother, how come you have such a great body?" She told me her name, "Yu Miao," but I don't know if it was her real name or a pseudonym. I asked her if she would like to go out sometime, and she said yes. She even gave me her phone number. Please forgive me for keeping it a secret for now, otherwise it might cause her trouble.

After this experience, I realized that "Xiyu" (a bathhouse chain) was indeed well-established, and the girls were quite pretty. Although it was a bit expensive, it was worth it.

The twenty-fifth time, in Beijing, a girl gave me a two-hour oil massage. Her technique was exceptionally meticulous and delicate. She repeatedly used ice around my anus and even inserted ice into it. This might be a better approach, but I wasn't used to it.

The twenty-sixth time, in Beijing, at a run-down bathhouse, I started with a girl doing a hand massage. She didn't finish in an hour, so she asked if I wanted to extend the time. I asked her to get another girl for a more demanding service. A girl who was supposedly the prettiest in the place came and gave me oral sex. That was one of the most enjoyable oral sex experiences I've ever had. I forgot to mention, I really enjoy looking down at girls giving me oral sex, watching my penis go in and out of their mouths—it's a pleasure. Unfortunately, I couldn't ejaculate in her mouth this time.

The twenty-seventh time was also at "Xiyu." This time, the girl had very full breasts. When I was with her, her breasts bounced up and down, just like in porn movies. She started moaning from the very beginning, and I almost doubted that she was really doing it. I wondered if some girls are just born like that, unable to stop moaning when they're near a man? She was the first one to gently lick around and inside my ears during the roaming motion, and the way she moaned was so beautiful. It felt incredibly itchy, yet also extremely pleasurable. These are things that a respectable woman could never do.

Oh right, she initially asked if I wanted the full service, which included not only sexual services but also a striptease performance for me, but I declined. Unfortunately, she wasn't very serious during oral sex; she wouldn't take it in deeply and relied too much on her hands for assistance. She also urged me to hurry up and get to the point, which caused a slight rift between us. Looking at her breasts while we were having sex was quite enjoyable. When she saw I wasn't coming, she suggested I stand on the floor while she lay on the edge of the bed, raising her legs and spreading them wide. This position was indeed more exciting. I looked at her and said, "You're not surnamed Wang, are you?" She said, "Are you insulting me?" I said no, I just think you look a bit like one of my colleague's wives; her surname is Wang. Women can also enjoy this kind of slightly perverted thing. She immediately became sensitive and said, "You're not going to mistake me for your colleague's wife, are you?" I said, "Who cares whose wife she is? She's better than my wife anyway." She asked why, and I said my wife's moans aren't as pleasant as yours; she doesn't moan very well. While I was having sex with her, she was licking my nipples, which felt good too. Finally, I thrust into her wide-open entrance and ejaculated freely; it was quite good this time. When we said goodbye, she said, "I'm sorry, I made you unhappy today." I said, "No, actually you're very nice," and even hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.

For a long time afterward, I couldn't understand it. A girl, after being fucked by me in such a subservient way, would apologize afterwards. When I was little, I always thought all pretty girls were so unapproachable and arrogant. This contrast made me feel something strange about human nature. Oh, I forgot to mention, her breasts were full, but her nipples were particularly small; they felt incredibly soft to the touch. I miss that.

On the twenty-eighth visit, at the "West Bath," the moment the girl entered, I was drawn to her full breasts. She was actually a bit short and not particularly slim, but her breasts were truly beautiful. As they rose and fell, I fondled them, praising them and asking if they were natural. She said yes. I asked her if the girl who started moaning as soon as she touched me last time was genuine or faking it. She laughed and said that moaning during actual sex might be real, but moaning from the start is definitely fake. I said, "Then why don't you moan too?" She said, "Of course you can if you like," and started moaning too. She said these skills are innate in women. She said she had just come to the north from Xiamen and that the service in Xiamen was better than here. I believed her because she was the most dedicated oral sex performer of all the girls. While others would just lick around my anus a couple of times and move on, she was meticulous and thoroughly licked my anus for a long time. I genuinely enjoyed it.

She also mentioned she hadn't done this for half a month, and that I was her first customer here, so maybe she'd have an orgasm today. Of course, I took that with a grain of salt; women almost never get emotionally involved in this kind of transaction, and they never orgasm. I knew perfectly well that I came here to enjoy their bodies and their innate feminine gentleness; any hope of exploiting their emotions was naive. When I tried to talk to her about my wife and other women, she was clearly uninterested. I think even with a prostitute, talking about other women and making comparisons while you're having sex with her would make her unhappy.

The twenty-ninth time, "West Bath," was the last girl I'd played with so far. She was tall and pretty, with a good figure, though not as full as the previous two in terms of breasts, and her pubic hair was sparse. Her oral skills were decent; I still clearly remember watching her hesitantly utter words. Her makeup was also quite heavy.

The most exciting part was when I was pinning her down and having sex with her. Seeing how young she was, I asked her what year she was born in. Among the girls I'd been with, some were born in the 80s, but very few; most were in their 20s or early 30s. Since I was born in the early 70s, I thought girls born in the early 80s were already quite young, and I didn't encounter many like her. This girl said she was born in '89. I was surprised and said, "Really?" She said, "Of course it's true! I was born in '89, I'm 16 this year." Looking closely, this girl was indeed very young, almost from a different generation than me. While I was having sex with her, I said, "How come you're so young and already so naughty?" She replied while moving, "If

I don't become naughty, who will support me?" To be honest, having sex with such a young girl was quite exciting. I asked her to come on top, but she was reluctant. Finally, she came and started moving on me. She had the vitality of a girl her age; her waist moved strongly and flexibly, it was beautiful. I even felt a little inferior because of my age. Finally, I said that wearing a condom made it less pleasurable and I didn't want to wear one anymore. I thought she was still innocent since she was so young (which might not be true). She reluctantly agreed, but asked me not to ejaculate inside. Taking off the condom definitely made it much more comfortable. While I was having sex with her, she repeatedly emphasized, "You absolutely mustn't ejaculate inside, or I won't talk to you next time." I could tell she was genuinely worried. But honestly, women in this situation almost completely lose control. It all depended on my chivalry or pity. I didn't break my promise and pulled out of her vagina at the last moment, ejaculating all over her hair, neck, and belly. Unfortunately, I wanted to ejaculate more on her labia and pubic hair. When I got home that day, I suddenly had a whim to try it on my wife and compare it to what it was like with the girl I had just slept with. I hugged her from behind and entered her. It was warm and wet, very comfortable, but in terms of the feeling in that area, it didn't seem to be any different.

These are some of the sexual experiences I've had so far. Maybe I've forgotten some of them, but that's okay. I'm curious how I'll feel when I'm old and have no sex drive left, and I reread this article. Life is truly a wondrous process. Perhaps this experience will continue, and new developments will emerge later, depending on when the mood strikes.

I'm just one of many men who enjoy beautiful women, enjoy sexual contact and interaction with them, and of course, I enjoy the emotions between them even more. Some might consider sex based on money to be shameful, and I admit it's not as good as sex based on feelings. But those hypocritical, widely accepted morals used to deceive each other are weak and powerless compared to the allure of such transactions.

Human nature is complex, and I'm no exception.

I know there will likely be plenty of vulgar comments, but that doesn't matter. Aside from the fantasies and venting of those who are sexually repressed, I'm also curious to see what kind of outrageous insults some truly skilled people will hurl at me.

Girls might call me a pervert, a scoundrel, shameless, morally bankrupt, and scum—but save those insults. I am who I am; if you state it out loud, it's not really an insult.

For example, if I were a dog, and you called me a "dog," it wouldn't be an insult anymore; it would just be stating a fact.

And what about men? If they called me an "idiot"? No need for that; I know I'm an "idiot."

Anyway, no matter what anyone says, I'll just give a cold laugh. I know I'm a bad person. I have my reasons for being bad, but I don't need to tell you.

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