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Another Tale From My Massage Table of Ecstasy...
Another Tale From My Massage Table of Ecstasy...
Today was a pretty busy, yet uneventful day on the massage table of ecstasy.
First up, we have George (names have been changed to proctect the guilty). Let's just say George is one of those chatty guys when he is on the phone or messaging you online but in person he is very shy. I knew it would take a lot for me to bring him out of his shell. As the massage progressed though, he started to reveal a little more about himself and his fantasies. One thing that set George apart from the others on my massage table of ecstasy is that George likes his dick stroked dry. Yeah, I thought it was odd because I always thought that might hurt and no one ever really asked for no lube before. It's usually more lube please. So here I am stroking the hell out of G's huge fat cock, and I guess he is just loving all the friction going on because his orgasm was so explosive I thought the dude was going to fall off the table with all his spasms he was having. I always get a little nervous when I see someone having a spasm as they cum because I'm never sure if they are just cumming really hard or having a friggin' seizure right there on my massage table. Regardless, George was strikingly handsome and an absolute pleasure to be around.
Next up, Robert. Yeah you guessed it, THAT Robert. I don't know why I put myself in the situations I do but I can't help it. I'm in love with him. Anyway, as most of you know, I went away with him recently and we did have a grand time together. He has been gone for about 3 months and really need a massage so I gave him a straight up 2 hour therapy only massage. Of course afterwards he is all horned up and wants to fuck but I lied to him and told him I was on the rag. I never did that before. Lie to a man because I didn't want to have sex with him. You see after our little trip I found out he joined AdultFriendFinder and I was really, really hurt. He said he joined because he knew that he and I weren't going to be "friends with benefits" anymore. Which is MY doing. But anyway, this is a lost cause. I'll never be anything more to him than what I am and neither will anyone else. He is too consumed in his world and work. Robert only does things for Robert. So that's that.
Then there was Eddie. Eddie is a card. He tries to charm me into being something more than his massage therapist with promises of the good life (as if I don't already have it). I crack up when he comes for a visit. He is a good looking guy and nice and tall as you know I love tall men. But he talks a big game. He has tried every single "sensual massage" provider under the sun and reports back to me how their service sucks and I'm the best blah blah blah. I bet you tell that to all the girls don't ya Eddie? The best part of having him around is what I call his comedy routine. This is the part where he tells me what a great couple we make and how hot the sex would be if we were together. I laugh my ass off when he tells me this because he throws in on top of that what a great, loyal guy he would be and how great our sex life would be and how "every weekend we would be at the Red Rooster or Green Door". I laugh so hard at that part, I swear a few times I almost tinkled in my panties. I mean I have a pretty damn good sex life but there is NO WAY I'm going to be fucking the gereiatrics who hang out at those places. You've gotta be fucking kidding me. Anyway, Eddie is defintely good for a laugh and even for a little ego stroking which is what I needed after Robert left. Eddie always makes me feel like I am the hottest chick on Earth, even if he is just saying that to get down my pants which needlesstosay has yet to happen for him but he means well.
And finally there was Alan. Alan is a hard core regular of mine who has been cumming to my massage table of ecstasy for a very long time but nothing has ever happened between us. None of my clients ever knows my business unless they read this blog of course but I do not volunteer information if you catch my drift. I guess Alan must have sensed that something was off with me that day because he asked me what was wrong. Before realizing what I was saying, I just blurted out my disgust with some men for not noticing a good thing when they see it. With that, Alan, who is a really handsome but very married man, just looked at me and kissed me. Yeah, he just planted one on me and it felt fucking great. A nice long, warm, deep kiss. I felt like electricity was going through my body when he did that. It couldn't have come at a better time because I really needed it. We just stood there making out for what seemed like an eternity. I haven't had a make out session like that in such a long time. Now of course all this making out turns me to moosh and I am sooooo ready to fuck this guy but I resist the temptation. Although Alan has discussed all the intimate details of his bad marriage, he still has never been or asked to be inappropriate in anyway. It was only a kiss and a great kiss at that, and it couldn't have come at a better time. Just what I needed to lift my spirits was his simple kiss.
So there you have it folks, not a particularly sex-crazed day on the massage table of ecstasy--just a different kind of day with 4 very different kind of people. Good people. I hope I didn't bore ya too much!
6/10/2006 7:51 am
Thank you for those kind words. Not sure that I agree with everything, but thank you.|
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