If you thought happy endings were only for men, you couldn’t be further from the mark! While it’s true to say that body rub ads for these kinds of services more typically target men, there’s a whole world of pleasure out there for both sexes.
The secret to enjoying the happy endings is to do your homework. The reason being that looks can often be deceiving – some of the most seemingly-obvious massage parlours not taking kindly to those who request these kinds of services. In other instances, happy endings are provided so routinely that you don’t even have to ask for them. Something that can come as a bit of a shock, if this wasn’t what you were on the lookout for!
In any case, happy endings bridge that fine line between naughty and nice. You’re technically just receiving a massage from a professional, but nonetheless walk away with the biggest smile on your face imaginable.
If you need any more convincing, check out the following accounts from three women who went for massages and left with more than they bargained for:
Christine, New York
I’ve always enjoyed a good massage, but never bothered with the guy who had the longest waiting list. Along with paying more for his services – let’s call him Chris – you also had to book months in advance. I don’t have a clue where I’m going to be from one day to the next, never mind months ahead. Lucky for me, one week he had a cancellation that was offered to me at the spur of the moment when I didn’t have any other plans. So I decided to go see what all the fuss was about. As a masseur, he was an artist. Absolutely fantastic.
The way he massaged my legs and hips had me a quivering wreck after no more than about 5 minutes. Another 5 minutes later I was pretty much open to anything he had to offer. He gently whispered in my ear “Shall I go on?” and that was it. By that stage, he could have tickled me with a feather and I would have probably exploded on the table. He worked his magic and gave me one of the most mind-blowing orgasms I ever experienced. I was barely able to walk when I left the room. The only slight downside being that when I went to the desk to pay, there was an extra $50 charge on my bill I hadn’t been informed of. Worth every penny, but I’d have preferred to have been told beforehand anyway!
I decided to go and pop my massage cherry after basically being bullied into it by my friends. They told me I deserved it and I finally accepted that I did. I wandered into the place after a hard day at work with no clue what I was doing and simply told them I was in desperate need of relaxation.
Well, the following 30 minutes I will never forget for the rest of my life. There was no awkwardness and no formalities, just a private room, a gorgeous guy and a huge bottle of baby oil. 10 minutes later I was greased-up from head to toe and repeatedly being told to keep my voice down…I have a habit of screaming pretty loudly! The walk of shame out of the place was a little unnerving, but I’d go back in a heartbeat!
My friends arranged for me to enjoy a ‘massage’ as a birthday present. Which I initially thought was just going to be a sports massage. After a few cheeky raised eyebrows and winks from my friends, I knew this wasn’t the case at all. I was apprehensive, but when they told me they’d all been there and experienced it for themselves, I figured – why the hell not!
To be honest, the fact that both I and the masseur knew what I was there for made the whole thing so much more comfortable. There was no awkwardness and no need for idle chatter, he just got straight down for business. He asked me about my day, we talked about my friends buying me the session and before I knew it his hands were all over me. The only thing I can complain about is that the whole thing was over too soon – I could have laid there and took whatever he had to offer all day. And I will be back.