Making Out with my Girlfriend and Other Issues

[inspike]

On my way to picking up my kid at the day care I decided to drop in at Massage Joiuissance (spelling) located at 6300 Sherbrooke West. The telephone number is not so important because I don't highly recommend this place. I had Mary whose been with the place for at least the two years that I've been going to this place. They at one point had had some tolerably attractive younger Chinese girls. I liked the rivalry that developed amongst them over me. Apparently these girls consider me sweet. I guess it's because I am not groping them at every opportunity that I have. I've actually used up on occassion about ten to fifteen minutes of my session to teach some of these girls some English. I would ask them what the working conditions there were like (long, and boring). I would ask what they were planing on doing in Canada specifically Montreal. How long they considered they would stay in the massage trade. I dated one of the receptionist who was part of the Raelian cult (the one which beleives in extra terresterial life and apparently has orgies at its retreats. I would love to join just for this reason alone!).

I was going to go for a massage about three days ago but got so eraptured by the reviews on this cite and the myriad of issues that I just couldn't stop reading for over four hours. I booked about four appointments but did not go to a single one. I did not ultimatley want to waste my money. I figured I could get my girlfriend a gift with the money. When she got home I told ber that I had to go and get a massage because she didn't seem to like BJC. She told me in her broken Japanese English that I misunderstood, that she enjoyed having sex with me. We started French kissing, I fondled her ass, slipped my finger into her Y and she got on her knees and took my whole penis into her mouth. We hadn't been intimate in three days so the tip was really sensitive. I took her to the bed and fucked her sopping wet pussy. I was really aroused after having read all those reviews. I came in her yelling like a madman at the end.

But today on my was to my kid's daycare I got impulsive. I simply wanted to see what was up at the massage place I had once so often frequented. I went in trying not to make the damn chimes chime. I like to feel like my entrance is unnoticed, that I am the one who is sneaking up on them Ninja like. I guess it's because of the place being Oriental. I once got in without a sound and snuck up to their rest quarter at the end of the hall and knocked real hard. I heard a bunch of chatter and rustling al of a sudden then a Chinese woman saying "Yes," uncertainly across the door. They must have thought I was a cop. I'm 6' 4" and 190 lbs. I've got short hair and a firm ass, so alot of these girls think I'm attractive. I sometimes agree with them. Especially in the summer. But I've beeen hitting the butter and olive oils alot latley and so I'm feeling a little pudgy. Not so good looking. And it came across i my demeanour today towards Mary.

She was happy to see me commenting on how long it had been since she had seen me last. I reminded her that it had been in my neighbourhood that we last saw each other. In fact on the street I lived on. She was driving around looking for a mechanic. She had at this time given birth about six months previously. She had a little boy. She once asked me for a few recommendations for Canadian names. I don't remember what I suggested but she wound up calling her kid something other than what I had recommended anyhow. I was a little offended. I thought she was really taken by me. She had managed to inflate my ego quite a bit. I consider her to be very perceptive. She's a little crazy. I once put my index finger in her mouth as she had my soppingly oiled dick in her hands. "Bite!" I told her. She did and somehow knew that she should hard. She actually drew blood when the squeezed blood in the nail popped. I trembled as I came. It was a nice session. I had not tipped her that time. I had warned her prior to her giving me the option. She said it was fine. I was testing her authenticity. I wanted to see if she would pleasure me for free. I was trying to test her loyalty to me. To see if I was special. I guess it isn't enough for a woman to greet me with a wonderful smile. I need to come into her hand as well.

As I did today as well at the end of a session which caused me no end of grief. I could not quiet the guilt in my mind. I thought the food I could have bought with this money being wasted on my own pleasure seeking. I can rationalize with myself for a while and say that the insurance will reimburse me this money especially seeing that Mary just gives me a blank slip. SO I simply write that I spent $90.00 when in fact I spent $70.00. I do this because they only give back I think 90% of the amount paid. SO I highball it so that I can make my money back. I once worte that I had paid $140.00 for a session. It did not work. Ah well. I tried.

But today is the last session the insurance will reimburse. And I know that the urge will strike me to see a massesue again. I know that I will crave that sensation. That I will tremble as I imagine the perfect lips around my shaft. Man I watched a Japanese animated cartoon. Talk about patriarchial fantasies in which the woman is nothing more than a sexual object existing solely for the gratification of the man and his dick.

And I have been no better or worse today. I came in Mary's hand after a good deal of difficuly. She was not into it. She would not allow me to eve tocuh her earlobe. I guess that's an erogenous zone for her. The nose is definatley taboo, it identifies the 'I' in their culture. It is what they point to and touch when referring to themselves. There's no way I wouldtresspass on that. She let me caress her shoulders, but kissing them caused her to squirm. Even if my tongue just barely came out no more than the length of a moist clitoris. I did not bother to touch her breasts. They are quite saggy. She has child reared and therefore is dmaged goods right? There is nothing worthy in childbirth when it comes to a whore. It is sullied is it not gentleman? I was just wondering given some of the descriptions I've been reading and find most troubling. Some men really can't seem to find anything nice in a woman if she fails to arouse him sexually. I well imagine that there are many women who are this way as well.

So my truly bored hands simply descended along the sides of her torso and restend on her hips. The tips of my fingers palpitated her butt, but it was quite flabby.

I asked Mary after I came into her hand and wiped up my semen with a piece of paper torn from the protective covering on the massage table how much longer she would be doing this. She smiled in a way I've come to appreciate though my Japanese girlfriend conveys inner turmoil. It is when this turmoil surfaces that oriental women hide behind broad bulwark smiles.

Mary will serve well your vanity. She will massge your back proficiently then tickle your balss with her nails. She is okay if you have not seen her before. Quite frankly she is too much of a pro. I blamed my broken penis on her inability to be sensuous. I told her she was scaring me. I lifted her face so that her eyes would meet mine. I asked her if she had forgotten that about me? I stood up stretched, kept her at arms length and masturbated until my dick got rigid and I was on the verge of coming. I grabbed her hand and she took over. She pumped my cock hard with both hands. My legs trembled and I squeexed her shoulders hard as I came.

And I wonder why I did all of this. I fucked my girlfriend three times yesterday. I masturbated once. I wasn't really in the mood. I just wanted to treat myself I guess. But then I think of how this money could have bought diesel oil for my truck. A pair of pants, a litle under half an ounce of weed. Shit! At least my skin doesn't itch tonight in this dry room of mine. My body is well moisturized. I will go watch the National now with my Japanese girlfriend. I look forward to three days from now when I will desire her again. For now she is predictable. I know when she will refuse me and how she will accept me. I know how she will moan, when she will let her legs go limp or use them to pull me harder into her. I am bored despite this. This sexual addition, as I must conclude it is, truly makes it impossible to have any real relationship with a woman.

 

[Katy M]

For the record, the address is 6700 Sherbrooke West.

 

[Lady Burps Alot]

As I was reading the post, the following song was playing in the background:

Musiq Soulchild - Love

Fitting won't you say?

 

[Pompal 09.]

''She once asked me for a few recommendations for Canadian names. I don't remember what I suggested but she wound up calling her kid something other than what I had recommended anyhow. I was a little offended''

''I once put my index finger in her mouth as she had my soppingly oiled dick in her hands. "Bite!" I told her. She did and somehow knew that she should hard. She actually drew blood when the squeezed blood in the nail popped. I trembled as I came''

""I did not bother to touch her breasts. They are quite saggy. She has child reared and therefore is dmaged goods right? There is nothing worthy in childbirth when it comes to a whore""


Ahhh...what's your point Viagra?

Alfie