Warning: this will probably read like a shitty erotica written by a horny teenager, but it really did happen. I thought this deserved a post.
I had been to the same sketch massage place several times, the ambiance was lacking but it was cheap and they took walk-ins. It was always weirdly dark inside, they didn’t speak English, and instead of doors, they had these sheer curtains going into the rooms. Whatever, I didn’t care.
I typically had the same masseuse. I am attracted to some women, but she is wasn’t my type at all. Short, middle aged, very skinny. Anyway, she was good, but she wasn’t great about keeping me draped like they do in legit spas. (This should have been a red flag.) I have a tiny bit of an exhibitions streak, so the lack of doors and questionable draping techniques didn’t bother me. I can’t believe I am admitting this, but I think that is part of what kept me going back…