Asian Massage Stories
This is awkward, but well, yeah, I’ve had an Asian happy ending massage a few times now.
So what’s my happy ending massage experience all about? Here we go.
My tryst with happy ending massages
It all started while I was browsing a “family unfriendly” website late at night.
Bored and tired, especially my hands, I started scrolling through pages and deep muffled moans until my eyes stared to droop.
I was single back then, lonely, and the regular adultfriendfinder pop ups were pretty annoying.
But something caught my eye at the bottom of one page I was viewing.
I could see a gorgeous Asian girl barely wearing anything, and the words read “Want a massage? Happy endings assured!”
I clicked the banner and one thing led to another, and eventually I found myself writing down the location of a happy ending massage parlor near my place.
What is a happy ending massage?
For the less informed, a happy ending massage is a massage that is performed by a girl on a guy, and the girl finishes off the guy with a full blown handjob or more. Now that is pretty exciting, and definitely a fetish straight out of a fantasy world for most men. [Read: Top 10 sexual fantasies for men and Top 10 female sexual fantasies]
Getting felt up by a girl who’s a stranger, and getting a handjob too? If that isn’t every guy’s fantasy, what is?
My first happy ending massage
The next weekend, I found myself standing in a bustling Asian lane, small and full of shops, and staring at a board that looked new and flashy. Quite unlike the dingy, shabby places you’d expect to see after reading reviews of happy ending massages!
I walked into the parlor and was introduced to a bevy of petite Asians, giggling and whispering. It was really awkward, and it felt sweaty. But I guessed they wanted me to pick a girl. After finishing up all the formalities, the parlor boss lady, who was a rather attractive older woman herself asked me to pay her in advance.
I found that quite surprising, what if I didn’t like the massage. But I didn’t go all the way there to head back home, so I paid her about a hundred dollars, for all the works, as she put it.
Enjoying my illegal massage
I’d heard that a happy ending massage was illegal everywhere other than in Nevada, so I was worried if there was going to be a cop sticking his baton up my rear end anytime soon, but I was reassured by the parlor lady. “No police. This legal. Enjoy. Go. Go.”
Somehow, those monosyllabic series of responses calmed my nerves and I lay down.
It started out as a regular massage, but it was exciting. I wrapped a tiny towel around my waist and closed my eyes as I waited for the good time to come. The masseur I picked was dressed in a sheer white top and a black bra, and was sensually moving her arms all over me, occasionally grazing her soft breasts against my shoulders. [Read: Tips to stare at a girl’s cleavage without getting caught]
It was rather spine tingling, like going to a salon and having your hair cut by a naughty girl. You know, like those times when the hairdresser starts to get naughty and leans on you a lot more than necessary?
Climaxing to a happy ending
About a good half an hour of massaging later, she tugged at my loin cloth and there I was, laying there naked like I knew this girl since forever.
She seemed professional, and spoke occasionally, barely audible but sultry.
Her hands found all the right places, and gosh, this girl was talented.
She touched me in places even I didn’t know has sensation, and for crying out loud, I acquainted myself with my privates often!
It felt good, and I could barely last five minutes. Damn, she was good and I was overexcited. She smiled at me.
“You come back again, and I’ll give you a surprise, okay?” she told me.
Of course, I was going to come back. I loved the experience. I tipped her twenty dollars. She looked at the money, and she asked me if I didn’t like the massage!
What? Of course I did. I gave her another twenty.
“Now you showed me you like my massage, ” she gleefully added.
Me and the Asian happy ending massages
I had heard that Asian massages were good, but what I experienced was overwhelmingly good. It felt nice, not like what many people say. It wasn’t dirty, dingy, full of ugly women, nothing. It was a good Asian massage!
I was falling in love with the sensation of having a massage, and found myself going to her once a week. The surprises started getting better and I found myself having sex with her every week. I got to know her better, and we even started meeting up beyond our “professional” workspace. She was a nice girl, and very affectionate, touchy feely and friendly. At times, her surprises also included getting another girl in for the massage. Life was good. And no bitter endings here. Life is still good!
Massage experiences and memories
Now there are a lot of stories about these girls being illegal immigrants and poverty stricken, and my masseur told me that it’s true to a certain extent. But it’s not always the case. Some girls just choose this profession.
About six months after I first met my masseur, she quit the massage parlor and started working as a waitress, and she now works in a bank. We’re still friends, and I occasionally get a surprise from her! It’s not illegal to get a massage from a friend, right? [Read: How to have sex with a friend]
I’m a law abiding citizen now, and my Asian massage experiences have been fun. I can’t say all experiences are going to be great, nor do I suggest you get one. But a happy ending massage is definitely a great fantasy that’s worth thinking about!
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