I [23F] three orgasms occurred during the massage

This is a big secret of mine, so let me mention that before I continue. Let me add that I believe all women should take the opportunity to do it. Because, really? This was a significant event in my life.

I read about a man in Manhattan who performs sexual massages on women back in 2018. So to speak, he has a pretty unique combination of skills. He’s been profiled everywhere on the internet.

I was naturally curious. I’ve always had a huge fantasy about massages that have a surprise finish; anytime I’d have a regular massage, I’d hope the masseuse’s hands would somehow travel near my heated and pulsing regions. But it never took place.

I so continued to consider this strange man, especially while my long-term relationship was rapidly deteriorating. In the bedroom, my ex and I were incompatible. I have a high sex drive, but he had a fairly low one. He also didn’t give me an orgasm for the first three months of our relationship and only occasionally after that. It would come down to me pleading with him to try and touch me.

So how appealing is it to have someone focus solely on me, like this masseuse? It was hot there.

I sent the guy an email, along with a picture and a brief bio, a few weeks after my ex and I split up. I was 24 and very attractive at the time, but I was still unsure if he would accept me as a client because I had never done anything like this before. Both forbidden and exhilarating feelings were present.

But he agreed to meet with me, so we arranged a time for a weekday evening. Fortunately, I erred toward “hell yes” throughout the entire day when I was divided between talking myself out of it and shouting, “Hell yes, you gotta do this!”

We got together at a coffee cafe that evening after work. He led me up to his nearby flat. I wondered aloud to myself, “Am I really talking about the weather with a strange man as a preliminary to going nude and having him touch my pussy?” Probably so.

I was also somewhat at ease because I immediately believed he was trustworthy. He was a well-groomed middle-aged man with a genial approach and a New York accent. He laid up all the guidelines and the process for the massage at his place. He was also extremely clear about consent. I was aware that at any time, I could get up and go. Although technically the service is free, a gratuity is always appreciated.

It was time for me to strip off and climb upon the massage table.

I took my work clothes into his restroom since I was anxious. I had read the testimonies of other women, but I didn’t believe it could apply to me since I felt flawed. In the past, experiencing an orgasm required a lot of “effort” on my part. I would have to control my thoughts and work extremely hard to maintain focus (ladies know what I’m talking about). However, there were other issues. Often, I wasn’t turned on by the time they started coming down on me, or attempting to get me off, so it would take about 5 years and make me feel horrible. My ex-partners wouldn’t, as I like to say, “preheat the oven.”

Well. It succeeded. This person was a pro at preheating the oven. He started by giving my body a light massage, which was quite soothing. Then, his hands began going to the spots that I had always wanted masseuses to go. He began getting close to my pussy while I was lying on my stomach. His hands began by tickling my inner thighs. I had to move my body so that his hands would understand what I was trying to say.

I was already on fire by the time he touched my pussy. The buildup was masterful. Most of the work was done during the buildup. My clit was actually aching with desire. He then started, confidently focusing on my location. The man has talent. beyond proficient. He seemed to speak in the language of bodies. He was able to interpret my body language and understood what to keep doing. I had never experienced such a backside fingerfuck before. First, he made broad hand movements while moving it up and down.. Then, just the way I enjoy it, he moved his fingers so that my body was buckling on one hand as the other rubbed my clit in circular motions. It was almost clinically measured. Consider it to be almost orgasmic “treatment.”

I arrived as though my entire body were a waterfall. It was exquisite. There was obviously nothing wrong with me. Man may force me to go.

It wasn’t, though.

He spun me around and began to rub my tits. After that initial orgasm, I was so raw and felt like putty. But I yearned for more. I waited with my eyes closed for his fingers to reappear near my pussy. He indicated for me to cross my legs on the massage table in the shape of a butterfly. The other orgasm occurred as I was lying on my stomach and grew stronger over time. It resembled…simmering next to a fire. Then all of a sudden, you caught fire. This one was much rougher because I was lying on my back. He fingered me so much that I was struggling to resist his grip. There isn’t much that feels better than a man’s fingers inside of you and on your clitoral region. I groaned, you read.

He asked me what I wanted with approximately 10 minutes left in the session (another sexy sentence). While lying on my stomach, I requested another orgasm. I wanted another comfortable orgasm because I felt so exposed on my back. I arrived promptly.

The truth is that I could have returned had he continued. once more. once more. But sadly, I put on my clothes, thanked him, and boarded the train home rather than returning a million times (or dozing off on the table).

I grinned the entire drive home, amazed at my own mischief. Is it true that I just allowed a stranger to touch me in his apartment? Yes, I did, and I looooved it! When I saw the other commuters, I vividly recall feeling delightfully badass.

You might have an opinion about me “paying” for an orgasm, of course. But I think it was clear how inspiring and affirming this experience was.

I also hope that the men who read this will have a better understanding of both what women’s bodies can do and how to treat them so that they will melt in your hands. We are pliable given time, patience, and ATTENTION. Nothing is more seductive than a man who pays attention to both your body and your words. I was empowered by this experience to only look for partners that communicate with me both inside and outside of the bedroom. All is well thus far!

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yp092k/i_23f_three_orgasms_occurred_during_the_massage