Most of the girls/women in the massage business in my (medium size) town are just so terrible at it.
First, the massage is usually just some bland light brushing. No effort at all. Nothing to get the juices flowing. None of the bliss they promise in their ads.
I need some teasing. I need some help getting into the mood. I need to feel a tingle in my loins. Johnny isn't as young as he used to be, you know.
But 9 times out of 10 what they do is when they're ready to move you out, they dump a litre of oil on your flaccid cock and start pulling like they're trying to start a flooded lawnmower.
Then I'm out on the street. Unsatisfied. Walking funny. 150 bucks lighter. And vowing never to do it again.
First, the massage is usually just some bland light brushing. No effort at all. Nothing to get the juices flowing. None of the bliss they promise in their ads.
I need some teasing. I need some help getting into the mood. I need to feel a tingle in my loins. Johnny isn't as young as he used to be, you know.
But 9 times out of 10 what they do is when they're ready to move you out, they dump a litre of oil on your flaccid cock and start pulling like they're trying to start a flooded lawnmower.
Then I'm out on the street. Unsatisfied. Walking funny. 150 bucks lighter. And vowing never to do it again.





