Outcall Massage Suggestions?
I'm going to be flying into Manila in June and was hoping to get off the plane, go to my hotel and, since I'll be all traveled-out and jet laggy, was planning on having an incall massage. Of course I'm looking for the most erotic experience possible.
I've been searching online and not having much luck. Anyone have and suggestions as to where I might look or who I should contact?
Just Another Manila Sunday Night!
Sunday evening about 9pm, and I’m at home just noodling around on the computer when I get a text from Estelle, a gal I met at a local bar a couple of months ago, but haven’t seen in a while. ‘i’m bored at home na… can i come to ur place?’ So I text her back, ‘to do what?’ She replies, ‘we can play.’ I get back to her, ‘ok, u can come now.’
So she shows up at my place an hour later—with three gals in tow! When I open the door and see the four girls standing there, I don’t know whether to be pissed off or count my blessings. God only knows what the security boys in the lobby of my building must be thinking. I decide to be the cordial host, let them in, get out some drinks and snacks, and tell them to make themselves at home. Estelle introduces me to her friends. Ira works as a waitress in some dubious Burgos establishment, while Arlene and Jhona work in a convenience store and fast food joint.
So there we are, five us on the sofa watching TV, drinking vodka and orange, munching chips… one happy family. Estelle is next to me, her legs in my lap, me massaging her feet, when all of a sudden, she blurts out, ‘I’m horny na’… and starts pulling me toward the bedroom. The other gals don’t bat an eye, just keep watching the movie on TV, pouring drinks, nibbling nuts and texting whoever the hell they are always texting. Estelle shuts the bedroom door, backs me onto the bed, pulls my t-shirt and shorts off, and we go at it for about 45 mins ….. ok, so it’s actually only about 25 mins, but who’s counting!
She showers while I put my shorts back on, stagger out of the bedroom and sheepishly tiptoe into the other room. I’m greeted by girlish giggles, and Arlene standing up, smiling, and walking toward me saying ‘OK, I’m next’. She sees the shock horror on my face, and says ‘Ano, bakit?’ (What? Why?) Then it dawns on me that she’s serious… and even worse, that maybe they’re all expecting their turn. Shit, if ever I cursed myself for always walking right past all the V&C guys on Burgos, it was right then.
I quickly think on my feet and suggest that the three gals come into the bedroom together with me so we can have some group fun (and cut my work load!). But they’re not having it. Jhona says, ‘No, one by one, better for us!’ And more girlish giggles. So Arlene grabs my hand, pulls me back into the bedroom, strips off, yanks down my shorts and scoots on to the bed, pulling me on top of her. Except I haven’t quite got my, er, second wind yet. So I get pro-active with plan B and vacuum her from head to toe with my tongue while giving her as many fingers as she can handle for as long as it takes for her to be happy. Fortunately, it doesn’t take long. Thank God for Filipina physiology! Then she pushes me onto my back to return the favor. A few minutes of that and I know that although the masthead is starting to stand fairly tall again, it ain’t gonna catch enough wind for power sailing any time soon.
So Arlene hits the shower and once more I stumble out of the bedroom. But this time I decide to pre-empt the queue by dashing straight for the sofa, saying ‘Tapus na!’ Busog na!’ (I’m finished! I’m full!) By this time Estelle is back with the other two, so she, Ira and Jhona look at each other, burst out laughing and say ‘OK, you rest na, next time you can try more.’
A few minutes later, Arlene comes out and I offer more drinks and snacks. Then about 1am the girls clean up everything and insist on doing all the dishes, before each one kisses me on the cheek, saying ‘Salamat for letting us visit, lolo’.
Damn, I love this town!
Manta Ray
