Hi all. After spending almost 5 years reading almost all the sex stories, some of which have given real hard-ons to me, I felt it’s time I should also contribute a bit to this great community. I always like stories from my women counterparts. I kind of flow with their narration.
I do not possess great writing skills; therefore, friends kindly ignore any errors. This incident I am going to share is something that happened with me out of the blue.
My name is Rahul (name changed), and I am from Guwahati. I am 35 now, married, average-looking, with a cock measuring 6 inches long and 2 inches wide with broad shoulders. I am basically into contracting business. This incident I am narrating happened in the summer of 2012.
In those days, I had three sites going on, and all the sites required a travel time of 6 hours by road, resulting in a lot of traveling throughout the week—a lot of hard work with tremendous body ache and backache. I was having a bit of a slip disc problem too.
To get rid of the body ache, I used to search for erotic massage near me online. These searches often led me to unisex massage parlors, where I indulged in a body massage once every 15 days, mostly on Sundays. Those who are from Guwahati or have been here will know that, in those days, or even today, spas have mushroomed in the city.
They mostly employed workers from Nagaland, Manipur, Mizoram, and Thailand. The girls from the hilly states are very particular about makeup and grooming. They are said to be the best when it comes to makeup, massage, etc.
I have visited quite a few spas after searching erotic massage near me, and I found that towards the end of a massage session, the girls usually ask, “Anything else?” And that’s where the catch is. I got free jerk-offs, paid blowjobs, oral sex, and finally, the ultimate—“banging the massage girl to my heart’s content in the massage room itself.”
One such spa was my regular spot, and over several visits, the receptionist started recognizing me. I even checked reviews on rubrating to ensure the services matched my expectations. I started taking appointments over the phone as I preferred getting a massage only from two specific girls who gave excellent BJs at the end of the session, to which I offered a “happy tip.”
In one of these incidents, I was disappointed when I found out that both my preferred girls were unavailable. Feeling restless, I searched again for erotic massage near me and remembered a recommendation from a friend about a new spa. He had spoken highly of his encounter with a hot Bengali girl there.
I immediately took a U-turn and went to this new spa. As always, I first checked its reviews on rubrating before entering. The prices here were surprisingly reasonable—600 bucks plus taxes for a foot massage session of 30 minutes and 1300 plus taxes for a whole-body massage. My usual spa charged 3500+taxes for a similar session, so this was a steal.
After checking the tariff, I requested a skilled masseuse, given my persistent body pain. The receptionist, who had large 38D breasts, winked and smiled. She asked me to wait in the lounge while the arrangements were made.
While waiting, I observed the activities in the spa. From facials to pedicures, the place was buzzing. Soon, a chunky girl in a black polo T-shirt appeared. Her pronounced chest hinted at push-up bras, and I couldn’t help but imagine her stats.
Throughout the session, my mind wandered between the present and my previous encounters after finding places via erotic massage near me searches or reading reviews on rubrating. The girl started the massage, which initially felt lackluster. She introduced herself as Kim, hailing from Manipur, with professional training in massage therapy.
This session, however, ended without any additional “entertainment.” Despite no luck, my curiosity about this spa persisted, fueled by the naughty smile of the receptionist and the potential for soft-core services I had read about on rubrating.
A few days later, exhausted from work, I decided to revisit the spa. This time, I requested a 60-minute session and specifically avoided Kim. But to my dismay, she was the only one available. Reluctantly, I agreed, though I made it clear I expected a better experience.
Kim seemed to take my feedback seriously this time. Her hands were softer, more attentive, and her touch more calculated. She made deliberate moves, often letting her body brush against mine. My thoughts kept flashing back to reviews I had read on rubrating about such experiences being more than just coincidences.
As she massaged my back, her hands slid under my shorts, sparking a tingling sensation. I couldn’t help but think about the erotic massage near me suggestions and whether this spa would meet my growing expectations.
Kim’s touch grew more intimate, and soon, she was stroking me skillfully. Her movements were calculated, making me wonder if she had honed her skills to perfection based on customer feedback similar to mine, often shared on platforms like rubrating.
The session escalated to a point where Kim began using her hands and mouth to bring me immense pleasure. By the end, I left satisfied, tipping her generously and resolving to explore more such experiences, guided by reviews on rubrating and my own searches for erotic massage near me.