ILOVETOFU
29-04-2015, 08:56 AM
Greeting comrades, brother punters.
I've been away for a while and much water has gone down the ganga since. My pictures of Ghandi are not worth as much nowadays.
I've been a patron of Thairapeutic (TP) since it opened and this shop seriously drains my finances among other things.
One point before we start...Sometimes you have to stand up for your rights and push to get what you want or what you deserve.
I was given a loyalty card from Sumer late last year and I had ten stamps on my card. On my next visit to the shop Sumer was at Bamboo and some other unknown was on reception who told me I would only get 50% off the massage even though the card said that the tenth was free. I don't usually fuss with loyalty cards but Sumer had given me this card and I spend a lot at their shop so I hoped to get something in return.
I argued with the girl at reception but she was stubborn. In the end I made her call Sumer on her mobile to get it sorted. After a minute of high velocity Chinese, the temp mama-san apologised and told me that today's visit would incur no cost. "That's better" I say to myself. Not only am I a regular customer at TP, I've also introduced a few friends of mine to Sumer, one of them a wealthy man who thinks nothing of spending 5K on sex in one week. He's been to TP many times.
Anyway, on with the AR: Thai, Thai and more Thai. ฉันรักสาวไทย
About a week ago my mood was once again inline with the poor weather, yet I love the rain, so I was feeling the need. My mind wandered and finally settled on visiting Emma at TP. I have her on my Line, so I just messaged her to check she's at work. It turns out she was on reception and not working, but can make time for me. In Thai I tell her I will be there in 15 minutes.
Emma is a very sweet girl with a big smile and warm personality. She has a fresh attractive face and as many inhibitions as a snake has legs, at least once she gets to know you. Easy to talk to and easy to lose yourself in her jet-black eyes. She's full of energy and eager to please.
I booked her for 90 minutes, and after a hug and brief chat I lye down on the table and she spends the next hour giving me a great massage: therapeutic and erotic combo. Then I get up and ask her (in Thai) to take her clothes off, lye down and relax. We are now both naked. For the next 25 minutes I give Emma a slow sensual massage (Sabai Sabai), exploring her body paying a lot of attention to her bum, legs and inner thighs, brushing past her pussy with soft strokes.
To me, it's such a great feeling massaging a sensual and sexy woman. It's a turn on when you see they are happy, sexually excited and enjoying it. Soon my hands have made their way to the promised land and Emma's now as wet as an otter's pocket. Okay I exaggerate. As wet as a fisherman's slipper. An Indian monsoon in June. Okay, maybe a bind lesbian in a fish shop!
By now my noodle has reached the hardness of titanium, the blood supply to my brain has diminished and my head is getting dizzy. In my mind I'm climbing on top and entering her moist glistening pussy which beckons like a glass of water in the desert. I look at her body, the harp of her soul. I stare at the soft pink folds of labia in a trance. In this moment her body is mine - will I bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds. The tempo picks up, she moans, pushes back, raises herself onto all fours and I'm balls deep with my hands wrapped around her waist.
I can hear her moans of pleasure as a small amount of blood re-enters my brain shattering my dreamy fantasy. I look down at Emma lying on the table and can feel the contractions as she reaches orgasm. I withdraw my hand and stare at the running brook that sings its melody to the night.
Slowly Emma rolls over and takes my manhood in her hand. As I rub her ample breasts are stare into her eyes she brings me to climax gently massaging my balls as I shoot streams of warm cum onto her hazel brown skin over her boobs and stomach. My knees weaken, a big smile crosses my face. Yay, that wave of pleasure and relaxation.
Emma heads off to shower after a brief clean up and I relax on the table. Within 5 minutes she returns to give me a soft relaxing face massage to finish.
I proceed to get dressed, reward Emma for her great service and pay mama-san at reception $100 for the 90 minute massage.
On my way down in the lift I know it wont be long before the cool feelings of release and relaxation are once again replaced with stress and tension. Ahh the moon and the tides.
Best wishes to my fellow brothers.
Pleasure is a freedom-song, But it is not freedom.
It is the blossoming of your desires, But it is not their fruit.
It is a depth calling unto a height, But it is not the deep nor the high.
It is the caged taking wing, But it is not space encompassed.
Ay, in very truth, pleasure is a freedomsong.
And I fain would have you sing it with fullness of heart; yet I would not have you lose your hearts in the singing.
I've been away for a while and much water has gone down the ganga since. My pictures of Ghandi are not worth as much nowadays.
I've been a patron of Thairapeutic (TP) since it opened and this shop seriously drains my finances among other things.
One point before we start...Sometimes you have to stand up for your rights and push to get what you want or what you deserve.
I was given a loyalty card from Sumer late last year and I had ten stamps on my card. On my next visit to the shop Sumer was at Bamboo and some other unknown was on reception who told me I would only get 50% off the massage even though the card said that the tenth was free. I don't usually fuss with loyalty cards but Sumer had given me this card and I spend a lot at their shop so I hoped to get something in return.
I argued with the girl at reception but she was stubborn. In the end I made her call Sumer on her mobile to get it sorted. After a minute of high velocity Chinese, the temp mama-san apologised and told me that today's visit would incur no cost. "That's better" I say to myself. Not only am I a regular customer at TP, I've also introduced a few friends of mine to Sumer, one of them a wealthy man who thinks nothing of spending 5K on sex in one week. He's been to TP many times.
Anyway, on with the AR: Thai, Thai and more Thai. ฉันรักสาวไทย
About a week ago my mood was once again inline with the poor weather, yet I love the rain, so I was feeling the need. My mind wandered and finally settled on visiting Emma at TP. I have her on my Line, so I just messaged her to check she's at work. It turns out she was on reception and not working, but can make time for me. In Thai I tell her I will be there in 15 minutes.
Emma is a very sweet girl with a big smile and warm personality. She has a fresh attractive face and as many inhibitions as a snake has legs, at least once she gets to know you. Easy to talk to and easy to lose yourself in her jet-black eyes. She's full of energy and eager to please.
I booked her for 90 minutes, and after a hug and brief chat I lye down on the table and she spends the next hour giving me a great massage: therapeutic and erotic combo. Then I get up and ask her (in Thai) to take her clothes off, lye down and relax. We are now both naked. For the next 25 minutes I give Emma a slow sensual massage (Sabai Sabai), exploring her body paying a lot of attention to her bum, legs and inner thighs, brushing past her pussy with soft strokes.
To me, it's such a great feeling massaging a sensual and sexy woman. It's a turn on when you see they are happy, sexually excited and enjoying it. Soon my hands have made their way to the promised land and Emma's now as wet as an otter's pocket. Okay I exaggerate. As wet as a fisherman's slipper. An Indian monsoon in June. Okay, maybe a bind lesbian in a fish shop!
By now my noodle has reached the hardness of titanium, the blood supply to my brain has diminished and my head is getting dizzy. In my mind I'm climbing on top and entering her moist glistening pussy which beckons like a glass of water in the desert. I look at her body, the harp of her soul. I stare at the soft pink folds of labia in a trance. In this moment her body is mine - will I bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds. The tempo picks up, she moans, pushes back, raises herself onto all fours and I'm balls deep with my hands wrapped around her waist.
I can hear her moans of pleasure as a small amount of blood re-enters my brain shattering my dreamy fantasy. I look down at Emma lying on the table and can feel the contractions as she reaches orgasm. I withdraw my hand and stare at the running brook that sings its melody to the night.
Slowly Emma rolls over and takes my manhood in her hand. As I rub her ample breasts are stare into her eyes she brings me to climax gently massaging my balls as I shoot streams of warm cum onto her hazel brown skin over her boobs and stomach. My knees weaken, a big smile crosses my face. Yay, that wave of pleasure and relaxation.
Emma heads off to shower after a brief clean up and I relax on the table. Within 5 minutes she returns to give me a soft relaxing face massage to finish.
I proceed to get dressed, reward Emma for her great service and pay mama-san at reception $100 for the 90 minute massage.
On my way down in the lift I know it wont be long before the cool feelings of release and relaxation are once again replaced with stress and tension. Ahh the moon and the tides.
Best wishes to my fellow brothers.
Pleasure is a freedom-song, But it is not freedom.
It is the blossoming of your desires, But it is not their fruit.
It is a depth calling unto a height, But it is not the deep nor the high.
It is the caged taking wing, But it is not space encompassed.
Ay, in very truth, pleasure is a freedomsong.
And I fain would have you sing it with fullness of heart; yet I would not have you lose your hearts in the singing.