Chinatown Massage

I am on a dry spell. Personal choice though, but self-love can only get you [off] so far. I just need some kind of human contact.

Today I decided to go to Chinatown and get an one-hour $40 massage. No frills place, covered by a towel half my size and laying on a bed in a make-shift room next to a VERY moany man.

As I was getting beaten by the Chinese man and listening to the man in the next room climaxing during his massage, I just wondered a few things:

1. How will my masseuse react if I just suggestively move his fingers between my legs
2. How much will that cost
3. Is there a happy ending massage parlor for women in NYC

We were unintentionally at second base–his penis was rubbing against my arms and head as he was reaching over, and he was getting deep and personal with my ass-cheeks, spreading them as he was working out the knots.

I must admit, I got a little wet.

No sexual harassment claims from me.

See you next week.