Music and lyrics, BJ and kiss of an angel
amigos,
this is a lazy sunday evening and i am reminded of my time in school. i was in 9th grade and i had a sweet looking girlfriend who happened to be my neighbor. this pretty looking chic would allow me to hold hands and once a month, far away from our homes, would allow me to peck her. she was very a virtuous lady and i loved her despite feeling deprived.
on the other hand and during the same time, i had a girl in my division who used to sit beside me and let me put my hand on her things and sometimes inside her pleated skirt. our touching would continue while the physics teacher blabbered something about thrust, pressure, up thrust, heat and energy flows. all these words would inevitably trigger the sexual tension between us only to be broken by a subhadra kumari chauhan's mind numbing hindi poem in the following lecture. it does not end here, this nasty latino looking bong chic would allow me to stand beside her in the crowded school bus and optimus prime would make contact with her ass. i would rub all the hardness and grind her ass to the core. though she enjoyed it, she had a nasty side. she would keep me parched for days when would not sit beside me in class or would take a seat in the bus and talk to her chic friends. i longed for her even though she was not pretty, stood nowhere close to my virtuous girlfriend but be at tch knew how to make me horny and when to deprive me. i longed for her, badly.
let us come to the point. my preferences in life haven't changed even after a decade. there are few reasonably pretty ladies who provide hj at spas at a cost after i wag my tail for 30 minutes. and then i met this one woman who treats me like a dirt, scoffs, acts nasty but in the end we exchange salivas (persisiting, never-ending one), divine enough to make the earth go the other way on its axis. i like the way i am scolded and mistreated for grabbing her ass and get pushed when i finger her hole. for avoidance of doubt, i am very gentle, caring, smiling and friendly when it comes to spa girls and that's how i have found my mojo but this woman isn't for lily-livered and she somehow wakes up the animal in me.
i am talking about a thai spa in colaba area. there is one other branch of this spa behind hotel taj but i am referring to the one which is in causeway. if you could guess the name of the spa in mira road which i had mentioned in my previous fr (shorts), congratulations, you have guessed the name of the nasty therapist then.
miss s does amazing massage, she stretches the body to such angles that it would even make ramdev baba squeal out of pleasure. full marks there. one simple reason why she deserves to be asked for.
it was difficult to crack her in the first meet, frankly, most difficult ever. she did a great bum massage but wouldn't agree to do anything more. i kept touching her but was turned down and even reprimanded. i said that i knew she was a great kisser and is a sport when it comes to few chosen clients. she looked bewildered and said whom are you referring to? as usual, i bluffed, "rocky", "rocky bhai" just for that extra effect. she did not buy that and asked what does he look like and i said, 5 9' –wheatish, as general as it can get. i looked straight in her eyes with conviction and believe me, she fell for it. she said only hj and i said fine. i choked on sucking her ear lobes when she said 1.5 k. some love was lost and she agreed to 1 k after a bit of foul mouthing me (yes, you heard it). she poured oil and gave me one of the best hj ever. amazing technique and i mean it. i insisted that my imaginary rocky bhai has told me that she was an amazing kisser and she maintained that she doesn't kiss anyone. never done, never will.
moving on, (i am at the risk of sounding stupid here) she hummed a line of the song, "you're beautiful" by james blunt while shagging me and i completed a paragraph of this song, whispering romantically in her ears. she said it's her favorite song and seemed happy. just there, my friends, i think i struck the chord. there is no language barrier in this world, music binds and unites all. and sometimes, things just happen over a little jam session in a spa.
she gave me a peck and then covered my upper lip with her lips. generally i am the guy who goes after the upper lip but i let her dominate me and what followed was her tongue in my mouth. this was the best kiss ever and i say after having kissed a fair number of girls and masseuse. a fifteen minute kiss which involved cuddling, getting hold of her boobies, sliding my hands under her pajamas. nothing more to say as english language or its adjectives would not justify what i felt. after the session, took shower and we kissed again. i handed her 200 bucks more than agreed price and walked towards reception. she stopped me and wiped the lip stick marks from my lips and neck. out i came, smoked back to back classic milds but it did not help me get back to normalcy, i was going batshit crazy.
addicted that i am to her, i visited her again and took things to another level. after thirty minutes of massage, i stood up while she was on her knees and asked her to suck me. she refused and shouted sit down. the shout was loud enough to make other people in the curtain partitioned spa to hear. i stood my ground (quite literally) and the rebel arvind kejriwal in me refused to take no for an answer. of course, she could have simply walked away and complained to her manager but she chose to kiss me instead. why to create commotion when love is answer to all problems (read hard on). i got kissed for a long duration and then comes the best part, she sucked me for four to five minutes and finally shagged me to glory. we made so much noise in this entire second half of the hour that everyone present in there would have understood what was going on but she seemed least bothered. i came so heavily that cum shots flew to various destinations. she gave me dirty looks and cleaned the places where cumshots flew to. came back from shower and she gave me a lemon-ginger tea at the scene of crime.
disclaimer: this is author's personal experience with the masseuse and the author shares a personal equation with her (rapport built over a slayer worshiper singing sappy numbers). the experiences of other folks are subject to her mood and their antics. author disclaims any and all liabilities arising out of any person returning disappointed or bashed instead. don't push it too far and just fool around, will lead you to a start. further, this lady is a bully and i mean it. please bear this most important thing, she wouldn't hesitate to warn you with a loud strict "excuse me" when you try to touch her inappropriately.
dislikes:
structure- the spa is open from top and divided by curtains. the architectural limitations of the place isn't ideal for a blowjob session or for a steamy act.
missus saxobeat- she is ne chic who looks 30+ and has below average looks. people may not like her looks so do refrain from visiting her or change your therapist if you so desire.
reason i visit her is clear from my school days story- roughly describes what kind of women i am into- who makes me horny and nudges me. but obvious, we all look for that drop dead gorgeous woman who also sucks like crazy and beats the ass red. till i find that woman, i think this one just about suits my taste.
economics- the counter charges are as high as 2700/2900 for swedish / deep tissue and getting discount is a task. previously, getting the counter charges down to 2 k was a cakewalk. feel free to walk out if they don't budge.
sorry this is long but this is where i come out of closet and share my dark side. thanks for your patience.
sheldon cooper
