betty s/nikoly
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Every week I read a new thread about some poor guy who’s fallen for an MPA. I used to think of these guys as stupid and naïve; until it happened to me.
I’ve always prided myself on being a star hobbyist; I’m fit, clean, successful and damn good at extracting the coveted GFE experience from even the most professional MPA. That said, I always knew where to draw the line: I never requested phone numbers, dates or got remotely emotional. Indeed, I usually can’t get out of the room fast enough after the release.
It all changed a couple of years ago when I started seeing an MPA who decided she wanted to hook-up with me outside the spa. At first, I dismissed her suggestions as typical ego-stroking bullshit. The more I turned her down, however, the more persistent she became, until finally, I decided to take her up on her offer.
The ensuing weeks were a mishmash of incredible highs and terrible lows. The amazing sex, crazy fun dates, late nights and her sexy voice msgs had me in a whirlwind of insane living that jeopardized everything I had worked for. Anyone who can juggle a marriage, a career and an MPA girlfriend has my undying respect and admiration. It almost killed me.
Why did I do it? I fell in love with her. I don’t know how it happened. One day I was laughing at loser massageplanet.netites who professed their love for her while I was banging her everywhere from her apartment to the back seat of my car; the next day I was one of them; completely obsessed and in love. My once objective handle deteriorated into a meaningless shill. I became the very massageplanet.net loser I had so foolishly held in contempt.
That isn’t the worst of it. After our short affair ended, I continued to see her as a client, spending $1000s in hopes of rekindling our passion. Sadly, our passion never lasted more than 30 to 60 min. Invariably, I would leave our sessions feeling depressed and dejected. I had never felt so alone.
Desperate, I became a paradigm source for NYE satire. I started to search for a new lover at another spa. A few weeks later, I was at it again; dating and sleeping with a new MPA in an effort to get over the first; renewing the vicious cycle.
Why did I do it? How did I become the massageplanet.net loser who looks for love in all the wrong places? It was the only way I knew how to ease my pain.
Luckily, other obligations curbed my crazy lifestyle before I lost everything, forcing me to re-assess my life, my marriage and my perspective. Now, if I hobby, I go for the session and if I see an opportunity for more; I run like hell.
Be careful what you wish for dear hobbyists; you might get it and find that its something completely different than you bargained for!
I’ve always prided myself on being a star hobbyist; I’m fit, clean, successful and damn good at extracting the coveted GFE experience from even the most professional MPA. That said, I always knew where to draw the line: I never requested phone numbers, dates or got remotely emotional. Indeed, I usually can’t get out of the room fast enough after the release.
It all changed a couple of years ago when I started seeing an MPA who decided she wanted to hook-up with me outside the spa. At first, I dismissed her suggestions as typical ego-stroking bullshit. The more I turned her down, however, the more persistent she became, until finally, I decided to take her up on her offer.
The ensuing weeks were a mishmash of incredible highs and terrible lows. The amazing sex, crazy fun dates, late nights and her sexy voice msgs had me in a whirlwind of insane living that jeopardized everything I had worked for. Anyone who can juggle a marriage, a career and an MPA girlfriend has my undying respect and admiration. It almost killed me.
Why did I do it? I fell in love with her. I don’t know how it happened. One day I was laughing at loser massageplanet.netites who professed their love for her while I was banging her everywhere from her apartment to the back seat of my car; the next day I was one of them; completely obsessed and in love. My once objective handle deteriorated into a meaningless shill. I became the very massageplanet.net loser I had so foolishly held in contempt.
That isn’t the worst of it. After our short affair ended, I continued to see her as a client, spending $1000s in hopes of rekindling our passion. Sadly, our passion never lasted more than 30 to 60 min. Invariably, I would leave our sessions feeling depressed and dejected. I had never felt so alone.
Desperate, I became a paradigm source for NYE satire. I started to search for a new lover at another spa. A few weeks later, I was at it again; dating and sleeping with a new MPA in an effort to get over the first; renewing the vicious cycle.
Why did I do it? How did I become the massageplanet.net loser who looks for love in all the wrong places? It was the only way I knew how to ease my pain.
Luckily, other obligations curbed my crazy lifestyle before I lost everything, forcing me to re-assess my life, my marriage and my perspective. Now, if I hobby, I go for the session and if I see an opportunity for more; I run like hell.
Be careful what you wish for dear hobbyists; you might get it and find that its something completely different than you bargained for!