Author: aquaeleven

Happy Endings and the Milf Masseuse : VOL 2 [MF]

In the rainy, storm gray days that followed the fruition of all my most desirous fantasies coming true: I was a new man. Truly, I had coworkers and friends remark more than once about an “especially upbeat” me. I was like Peter Parker right after the spider bite.

“Just some good self care ” I would say, and then subsequently spend the rest of the work day trying not to replay my glorious, long awaited session with Marcy, and the tender moments after.

Back to that fateful day, as I pieced together my outfit back on, still glowing but still sweaty from the encounter; she stepped out of the main floor of the studio to freshen up herself. I watched as her perfect form disappeared into the kitchen. Still only wearing her koi fish kimono, her breasts bouncing free from restraint and poking through, visible from behind. Big ass – a metronome moving side to side as she walked, the crux of her hourglass figure. Even the way she walked was sensual. Read more »

Happiest Ending Ever with my Milf Masseuse [MF]

Do you remember when you saw for the first time, the most beautiful woman you ever would see? The one that made both time and you stop, and the one that you would forever compare all other women to? I do. I was 18. Naturally.

At the height of raging hormones and horniness. I had spent the day with my Dad, going about his new town as we searched for cheap furniture to furnish his new place with. Naturally, we hit up craigslist. It was a fun, summer day, great bonding before I left for college.

The first worthy post was from a masseuse office literally a block away, showcasing a nice green loveseat that my dad still owns to this day.

The loveseat didn’t look too heavy, so Pop and me popped down. I had headphones in, I was just along for the ride, dwindling behind my dad as we waited after knocking on the door. Then it swung open; and I saw her for the first time. Read more »

Marcy the MILF Masseuse – VOL. 2 [MF] (Long, Intimate)

In the rainy, storm gray September days that followed the fruition of all my most desirous fantasies coming true: I was a new man. Truly, I had coworkers and friends remark more than once about an “especially upbeat” me. I was like Peter Parker right after the spider bite.

“Just some good self care ” I would say, and then subsequently spend the rest of the work day trying not to replay my glorious, long awaited session with Marcy, and the tender moments after. 

That fateful day, as I pieced together my outfit back on, still glowing but still sweaty from the encounter; she stepped out of the main floor of the studio to freshen up herself. Disappearing into the kitchen. Still only wearing her koi fish kimono, her breasts bouncing free from restraint and poking through. Her hair all sexed up. I smelled her THC pen, and heard her select a record and then start to spin it on the vintage turntable she used mostly as a surface to simply put succulents on. The opening riff of Band on the Runs album sounded through the walls, hushed soon by the spurting of a faucet. Read more »

Memories of Marcy : The incredible, sensual, MILF masseuse! [MF] (Long)

Do you remember when you saw for the first time, the most beautiful woman you ever would see? The one that made both time and you stop, and the one that you would forever compare all other women to? I do. I was 18. Naturally.

 At the height of raging hormones and horniness. I had spent the day with my Dad, going about his new town as we searched for cheap furniture to furnish his new place with. Naturally, we hit up craigslist. It was a fun, summer day, great bonding before I left for college.

The first worthy post was from a masseuse office literally a block away, showcasing a nice green loveseat that my dad still owns to this day. 

The loveseat didn’t look too heavy, so Pop and me popped down. I had headphones in, I was just along for the ride, dwindling behind my dad as we waited after knocking on the door. Then it swung open; and I saw her for the first time. Read more »

[MF] My real life saga with the incredible, sensual, MILF masseuse. (Long, and a Slow Burn)

Do you remember when you saw for the first time, the most beautiful woman you ever would see? The one that made both time and you stop, and the one that you would forever compare all other women to? I do. I was 14. Naturally.

At the height of puberty, and horniness. I had spent the day with my dad, ( a weekend gig, child of divorce; he lived in another state; all too common occurrence) going about his new town as we searched for cheap furniture to furnish his new place with. Naturally, we hit up craigslist. It was a fun, summer day.

The first post was from a masseuse office literally a block away, showcasing a nice green loveseat that I ended up playing videogames on (& reliving that day over and over for for many years, lmao, amongst other things)

The loveseat didnt look too heavy, so Pop and me popped down. I had headphones in, I was just along for the ride, dwindling behind my dad as we waited after knocking on the door. Then it swung open; and I saw her for the first time. Read more »