If you’re looking for the hard stuff, this isn’t it. No, “My hips and glutes are really tight, can you massage my dick too?” story here.
I had been through the ringer at work for over two weeks. I had wrecked a few important safety systems (only to fix them later) and was more stressed than I had ever been.
This manifested in me getting a killer back spasm that made me limp around and generally feel crummy and tense.
My girlfriend mentioned that a massage might be what I needed. So she started doing research.
We’re in Texas, so happy ending parlors are illegal, but not unheard of. Now both of us are world wise, and did not want to get into anything sketchy. So after some checking she recommended a place and I made sure it was licensed, and had good reviews.
So I arrive for my first ever massage and get only good vibes. Clean, professional storefront, posted licenses, and modest dress.
My therapist is very sweet and polite (a 5’4″ Chinese lady, mid 40’s, slim with a polo and dressy capri pants). I tell her it’s my first massage and she’s cool with it and says to undress and relax a bit under the blanket face down. I ask her, everything off?