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So during the summer of my junior year I was staying in in town over the summer working as a certified nursing assistant and taking a chemistry course through the university. I had joined a gym to get back into shape and maybe lose a couple pounds. It had been awhile since I weight-lifted and anyone who's been in that boat knows how sore you are after the first couple times getting back on the horse.
Let friends in your social network know what you are reading about. In each instance, the masseuse did not ask explicitly if a man wanted her to perform a sex act, but made it clear one was available. A link has been sent to your friend's email address.
A buddy and I stopped at one of the Asian massage parlors advertised along I on the way back from Chicago recently. I got the massage, and ended up wussing out when discussion of "other services" came at the end. He's lived in New York and New Orleans, and has extensive experience with these massage parlors.
Does it really exist or is it just myth? The answer might surprise you. The "happy ending" massage tale is all too common, a mixture of truth and urban legend that captivates male imaginations even in an age of casual sex and unlimited Internet porn.
Ash thought her new job was legit, right up until her first client revealed more than she bargained for. When I was at university, I — like many students — had a zest for life, a jam-packed social calendar and not a lot of money. Desperate for a bit of cash, I went through the job ads religiously and one day, found something that looked extremely promising.
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This was the advice my friend offered after we smoked a blunt and decided the only logical next move was to get massages and happy endings. As you can tell from my buddy's words of wisdom, I had never been to massage parlor that offered the full-service package, if you know what I mean. But here we were, two single, stoned dudes kicking it on a Saturday night.