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massage with happy end

Happy endings women’s massage

Men have long enjoyed ‘happy endings’ at the end of a massage, but could this practice now be extending to women?

A married woman, on holiday recently in Paris, booked a massage in her bedroom at the hotel where she was staying. The masseur was male escort, which didn’t bother the lady in question – she’d had a dodgy shoulder for a week, exacerbated by the transatlantic flight, and preferred the firmer approach of a male therapist.

Tacit Approval

James is very attractive. The lady left the room to undress and put on a towel bath around her body, on his return, she lay down on the bed thoroughly enjoyed his deft touch as he released all the accumulated stress in her back, breathing audibly with the effort of loosening her tension.

Then she turned over and he began to work on her legs, which were also very tight. She was surprised at how long he was spending on her upper thighs, but it felt pleasant, so she did not complain. Gradually his fingers edged closer to her navel.

What an interesting knot he must have found, she mused, and how assiduous he is in trying to get rid of it; we are all professional adults here, she thought, and thank goodness I waxed just before my trip. Then his fingers slipped down her body. The lady was surprised, but James’s manipulations felt ‘nice’, so she did not ask him to stop. And so, urged on by her tacit approval, he brought her to a climax. There was no additional charge for this.

Therapy of happy endings

It has long been acknowledged that men will, on occasion, receive ‘happy endings’ when they have a massage. But the notion of a woman enjoying similar ministrations from a male practitioner is far more unusual. . This sort of ‘therapy’ is becoming much more mainstream, available in Paris, France.

James, a successful Paris-based male escort who specialises in women massage with happy endings, thinks this is a shame, partly because women’s sexual pleasure is so much more complicated than men’s, and really they could do with all the help they can get, but also because for him it is just a question of equality .

Service to Women

Why are you not allowed to have a massage for 50 minutes and have an orgasm in the last 10 minutes? This happens for men all the time. But hardly ever for women.’

James is offering this kind of service to women, a massage with a happy end for ladies. Woman can enjoy this service after a stressful day of work between 6pm and 8pm and after they can return to their normal life (single lives or marriage beds) with renewed vigour.

A lot of women start getting undressed while I am still in the room, and many of them don’t wear pants and hoick up the towel so I can see everything,’ explains James. ‘I’ve had a woman say, “What else do you offer?” I’ve been asked whether I am able to do the massage at their home. I’m often asked to sort out a problem on the inner thigh; one lady even said her “inguinal crease” had an issue.

Some are more subtle, bringing up the idea of “exotic massage” and asking me if I know anything about it.  James treats every women who need to let go.

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Naked companionship for ladies, the male escort walked back into the bedroom where Kate still lay, her blond hair spread over the pillow. She looked at him as he approached, her expression wary, a mixture of sadness and desire in her eyes.

The gigolo sat down on the bed beside her and reached out a hand to touch her cheek. Her eyes were shiny, brimming with moisture. She turned fully on her back, watching him beneath her lashes. He could see her indecision, and he didn’t want to give her a chance to change her mind.

He stood beside the bed and trailed his fingers over her breasts, stroked her puckered nipples then caressed his way over her soft belly.

“Spread your legs,” he said.

Madam hesitated just a moment before relaxing her legs, allowing her thighs to part, giving him a tantalizing view of her pussy. Silky blond curls guarded her tender pink flesh.

“Touch yourself,” he said huskily. “Open yourself for me.”

Her right hand glided slowly down her stomach until it hovered over the soft mound. After a brief pause, her fingers slid into the folds, spreading until he could see the opening to her horny pussy and her swollen cherry.

Her middle finger stroked once then twice over the quivering bud. She moaned softly and closed her eyes. God, she was sexy. Head thrown back, hair streaming over the sheets, her lips parted as a sigh escaped them.

The companioship for ladies crawled onto the bed, positioning himself at her feet. He bent down and pressed his lips to the inside of her ankle. Gently grasping her slender leg in his hand, he kissed a path upward, licking and nibbling.

When he reached the juncture of her thighs, he scooted down to her other foot and began again, giving this leg the same tender treatment.

Her breath caught when he nipped the inside of her thigh. His lips hovered over her pussy, and he smiled as he felt her hold herself in anticipation.

James moved instead to her belly and blazed a wet trail up her taut abdomen to the swells of her breasts.

“Oh…” The gasp escaped her lips as he sucked her nipple between his teeth.

Her hand left her pussy, and she dug her fingers into his hair, holding him to her breast.

He tugged himself away and moved his body up until his face hovered over hers. He kissed her, wanting to taste her, wanting to capture her sweet sounds into his mouth. He wanted to absorb every inch of her, make her forget everything but the fact that he was here with her.

Kate broke away with a ragged breath. She sucked in mouthfuls of air before James captured her mouth once again. He moved with urgency. He touched her, kissed her like no one had ever done it before.

Hot, wild, she wanted to crawl right out of her skin. Restless and aching, she could no longer remain still, no longer allow him control.

She pushed at him, rolling him off her. He looked at her with bewildered eyes as she rose over him, letting her hair spill onto his chest.

Placing both her hands on his shoulders, she lowered her head and consumed his lips in a hungry, carnal kiss. Too long had she gone without the close physical intimacy she craved, and now she wasn’t content to lie back and allow him to call the shots.

When she pulled away to gasp for breath, she saw the surprise in his eyes, but she also saw something else. Want. Need. Curiosity. Desire.

A smile curved her lips. A wicked smile she hoped.

The lady straddled his body of companionship for ladies, shoving his arms upward. He arched one brow but allowed her to dictate his movements. When his hands were above his head, she trailed her fingers down the undersides of his arms until she reached his broad chest.

My partner shifted her body until she cradled his cock between her legs. Hard, thick, it brushed against her wetness, and she rubbed up and down, loving the electric currents that raced through her body every time her cherry nudged the head of his hard bone.

She leaned forward and nipped at his neck. Lightly at first, then she sank her teeth into the corded muscle behind his ear. He groaned and shifted underneath her. He started to lower his arms, but she sat up and put both hands on his chest in protest.

The beauty put a finger over his lips as he had done hers earlier. She reached between them with her other hand and grasped his swollen cock. With a twist of her hips, she positioned him at her entrance and slid down, engulfing him.

She trembled, shaking with the force of her desire. She groaned aloud while James devoured her breasts. A flutter started low in her abdomen and raced upward until tension coalesced in her chest and expanded into her throat. Her mouth went dry. She was having the best climax of her life with the magician of pleasure.

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Best moments with your male escort

Best moments in life with your male escort

Some of the best moments in life are the ones with your male escort and you can’t tell anyone about. You can get a massage from a professional right in your own home, and don’t have any of the hassle of going out!  Now, just close your eyes and imagine it, a whole evening to yourself.  You light aromatic candles and take an hour long soak in your favorite jasmine scented bubble bath. You will meet a gentleman and be treated to a royal massage.

Linda did call for such promising service and an hour later, Linda opened the door and said “Come in…” but the rest of the sentence died in her throat.  She was surprised to see such elegant man.  “Good evening Madam, my name is James and I’m here for your massage for the best moments in life.”

James asked her if she preferred sandalwood or jasmine oil, as he had brought both.  She selected the jasmine in a businesslike manner, unable to summon an imperious manner.  After all, she was lying almost naked in her deserted home about to have her body massaged by an Adonis years younger than she was.  Her blush returned.  James poured the oil over his hands and rubbed them in his best professional manner.  He was going to have to be very careful with this customer.  Most of the housewives he worked for were very flirtatious, and many of them were pretty free with their hands as he worked.  This one seemed to be sort of shy, and he didn’t need any complaints…but she was really pretty.

He began as always, with her hands.  He rubbed them softly and thoroughly, paying attention to the taut muscles under her thumbs.  Linda marveled at the release of tension from muscles she never consciously thought about.  His hands travelled slowly up her arms, leaving a tingly warmth in their wake, along with blissful relaxation.  Linda forgot about her almost nudity and gave herself up to the experience for the best moments in life.

This had been a great idea!  His hands stopped at her shoulders and moved down to begin at her toes.  He found more tense muscles that she never thought about, but the relaxation he induced was incredible.  She moaned with pleasure.  James kept up a steady stream of soft chatter, practiced to lull his more nervous clients.  Her moan of pleasure caught his attention and he looked up at her closed eyes.

The blush she had on her face earlier had been replaced by a hot flush, and her face wore a big smile.  He doubted that she realized it, but her body had shifted involuntarily to give him greater access to her feet, and her legs had spread wide enough to allow him a glance at the shadowed blonde bush between her legs.

He leaned forward quickly to hide the hard on forming in his tight white pants.  Linda’s tongue was poking out through her lips, and her breathing was a bit uneven.  He massaged her ankles, calves and knees, and her legs widened further.  His strong hands kneaded the muscles of her thighs, and as he kneaded higher, her legs opened far enough that the towel began to part, exposing more of her slender body to his eyes.  His face was very near her barely covered pelvis, and her hips had begun to move very slightly beneath the towel.

Linda could feel his hot breath on her skin beneath the towel.  She was aware that the towel had exposed more of her than she wanted to show, but she was unable to refuse the sensations running through her belly.  She was mortified…she knew she should cover herself, maybe ask for a drink and cool down a bit.  She couldn’t bring herself to stop him, she wanted him to see the moisture forming between the lips of her pussy.  She wanted to feel his hands reach beneath the towel for the best moments in life.

James saved them both by adjusting the towel and asking her to roll over on her belly.  He worked the back of her body as slowly and thoroughly as he had massaged her front.  He opened the back  of the towel and slid it down until the cleft of her butt showed, and firmly began to stroke her back.  She pressed her hips down on the table’s surface, gaining some release from the fire that had been generated in her middle.

She felt his hands grazing the sides of her breasts, consciously willing him to reach further down and touch more of her.  Her hips had begun to hunch against the table surface slowly.  She tried to will herself to stop moving, but she only succeeded in raising her chest slightly off the table, encouraging his hands to touch more of her breasts.  She began to whimper, her pelvis rotating, sending waves of pleasure throughout her midsection.  Her hips twitched and the towel fell to the floor.

Her spread legs exposed her damp twitching pussy to his gaze.  She was embarrassed. She was ashamed. She was hot!   She rolled to her back, staring at the beautiful sweating man.  She slowly spread her legs wide, heels up on the table.  She reached for him, pulling him to her by his tight tee shirt.  Linda, now wallowing in physical sensations she had been missing for two years, held his curly dark hair and kissed his full sweet lips. Her probing tongue took it’s time exploring his perfect teeth for the best moments in life.

Her passion, untapped for so long, flowered inside her until she was consumed.  She reached for the shrouded hardness at his crotch, reveling in the feel of his hardness.  She encouraged the exploration of his hands, pressing her breasts into them.  She shivered when he touched her between her legs in her most secret of places, thrusting her open pussy at his seeking fingers.

She kissed him deeply, her passion rising as she felt the hard length of him slide between her legs.  She rose above him, centering her clit on the bottom of his hard cock, moving her hips gently so that she slid back and forth wetly on it. It was excruciatingly pleasurable.  James grasped her shoulders and rolled her over onto her back.  He traced his way down her body, his tongue leaving shiny wet tracks.  He kissed and licked her toes. Linda arched her back in surprise as he kissed the sides and arch of her feet, unable to believe the incredible sensations she was feeling for the best moments in life.  How could her feet be an erogenous zone?  He kissed her ankles, and when he licked gently at the back of her knees she had to bite back a scream of pleasure.

James kissed inside her thighs, taking his time to put a condom, beginning to lightly bite at the flesh, then kissing and licking the delicate surfaces.  When he reached the now swollen lips of her pussy, he licked all around them, but went on past to the sensitive area of skin beneath her navel.  Linda’s hands were clenched in his hair.  She moaned and writhed, her legs opening and closing spasmodically.  By the time he reached her neck she was panting and shuddering.  Linda had long since given up wondering which new part of her body would turn into an erogenous zone, James’s tongue had worked magic.  Every place he touched, licked, kissed, or nibbled brought her to the very edge of cumming for the best moments in life.

James took a deep breath, and hilted himself in her throbbing pussy.  Linda bucked wildly, driving herself upwards, cumming around the hot cock buried inside her.  “Cum with me James!”  The words came out strangled as she writhed beneath him.  Unable to hold back any longer, James did not have to move.  Her hot breath in his ear and the jarring effect of her words unleashed the torrent built up within him.

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