During one of my moments of introspection and contemplation about life, I always turn to the Good Book for inspiration which I can apply to my life. And you know what I've learned? Even Jesus needs a rub job. All that messianic work must have been stressful if we're all being honest. Bet he gave Mary M. a good review for that foot job.
We all need a Mary in our lives.
The Why?
Joking aside, I had relationships that didn't work out. Even if I wanted to stay in them out of fear of loneliness, I couldn't live in a lie and prolong not just my unhappiness but my partners. So I ventured out on my own. I've put effort here and there to meet new people/women, but I got stuck in a school/work schedule that made that endeavor increasingly difficult over the years. But I did not despair. I knew I had a plan. I kept positive about life.
But adult life sucked. Long work hours, bills, deadlines, increasing responsibilities being piled onto my lap. I would prefer a pair of succulent ass drop on my lap, but what you gonna do? I needed an outlet to pour this fermenting energy (or stress?) within me.
The How
Then on a vacation trip in 2015. I had my cousin introduced me to the world of pay 4 playsure. Unintentionally of course, I didn't plan it. I guess, when perverts converge, productivity towards perversion increases.
I've been in abstinence for a long time at that point. Shame to admit, but I almost forgot where to put my penis in.
My cousin brought me to what is basically a brothel disguised as a massage parlor in Manila. I've never seen an aquarium before. It's basically a room with a glass window and inside are about two dozen women "dressed" in lingerie-ish clothing. I picked a cute girl with insanely large breasts sitting at the back. I regret this later, but oh well live and learn. Anyway, I've never been with a girl with a large chest before. So, needless to say I was already foaming in the mouth.
I was nervous. Excited as hell, but also terrified. Of what, I'm not sure. My thoughts went: "What if I get ripped off? What if I catch some T-virus shit?"
I shook it off and collected my calm in the massage room. There's a drink menu by the lamp desk. I wasn't even thirsty, but for some fucking reason I ordered pineapple juice.
Then a knock at the door.
Boob Girl emerged and gave me a hug and kiss.
My calm went out the door.
"Do...you want some pineapple juice?" I asked.
In my head, WTF are you saying man!? Show her the P you stupid fuck.
I handed her a small envelope with the cash and she gave me a funny look. "What's this?"
Okay, no more envelopes. Fuck.
Then, the services started. I won't bore you with the details, it's just standard stuff. But to me then it was mind blowing stuff. Until the end anyway.
Here's my take away from that experience: Clarify everything beforehand.
It never happened again after that (I guess that YMMV is real), but throughout the session she kept trying to "game" me. You know, upsell herself. Like she kept saying she was available after work and other days, etc. I got turned off by that. Way to break the illusion, right?
To top it off, she tried to accuse me of not paying her the room fee.
My calm came back then. All of it.
"Call that guy at the counter then. Tell him to come here." I said. (That's where you pay for the room)
She changed her tune and said she made a mistake.
I've been mongering since and that was my worst experience by far.
But, everything is forgiven. It's all cool in the stool.
I had my first bite, and I liked it.