Chat Reflections

...used to avoid attachment in AMP... now seek it out... so much fun... & when they break yr lil heart, find another one...
:skates

Why get attached? Why wait for that to happen? You see her as much as possible and then you lose that attachment eventually but still retain the attraction.
 
Why get attached? Why wait for that to happen? You see her as much as possible and then you lose that attachment eventually but still retain the attraction.
...attachment=bigger orgasm (4 me)... best menu, stuff you didnt know was on offer...:cum1

...see other girls same spa... feels like cheating (or double cheating if u r already)=bigger orgasm...:banana

...return to yr attachment... she cracks open that menu 2 try 2 keep u, even stuff she really doesnt want 2...bigger orgasm again...:sex
 
...attachment=bigger orgasm (4 me)... best menu, stuff you didnt know was on offer...:cum1

...see other girls same spa... feels like cheating (or double cheating if u r already)=bigger orgasm...:banana

...return to yr attachment... she cracks open that menu 2 try 2 keep u, even stuff she really doesnt want 2...bigger orgasm again...:sex
So, let me get this straight

Lots of DRAMA = Bigger Orgasm?

Ok then, I’m on board with this!
 
So, let me get this straight

Lots of DRAMA = Bigger Orgasm?

Ok then, I’m on board with this!
LOL..LOL...telling from your experience with D Queen?
 
LOL..LOL...telling from your experience with D Queen?
You could sense my slight sarcasm, lol

Truth is

Lots of drama = no erection, no orgasm, less hair, lol
 
You could sense my slight sarcasm, lol

Truth is

Lots of drama = no erection, no orgasm, less hair, lol
... real drama? Fuck no...

...fictional drama... stops when u leave spa... ignore text msgs...
 
There was a time when I used to bring a condom to sessions. Not because I hoped for surprise FS - even though those happened - but because I was scared. Scared of PS. Not because they're as dangerous as BBFS, but because one of my first PS experiences was fucking painful. Yeah I can laugh at it now but at the time it was not funny! :mad:

But, I'll tell guys the story now so that you can get a laugh. I remember the girl was Tia, at Utopia. She was apparently well reviewed or at least the receptionist gave me that impression. I'll talk about the receptionist some other time cause she was amazing. Anyway, I'm not circumsized so I'm extra sensitive. Tia had stubble on her nether regions. Do the math. Jesus, it felt like getting scrubbed with broken glass and hurt so much that I screamed in pain. She was lucky I didn't terminate the session right then and there. But, she was a hot black/white mix and she felt very sorry. Not sorry enough to give me extras, but then I wasn't smart enough back then to seek it.
 
There was a time when I used to bring a condom to sessions. Not because I hoped for surprise FS - even though those happened - but because I was scared. Scared of PS. Not because they're as dangerous as BBFS, but because one of my first PS experiences was fucking painful. Yeah I can laugh at it now but at the time it was not funny! :mad:

But, I'll tell guys the story now so that you can get a laugh. I remember the girl was Tia, at Utopia. She was apparently well reviewed or at least the receptionist gave me that impression. I'll talk about the receptionist some other time cause she was amazing. Anyway, I'm not circumsized so I'm extra sensitive. Tia had stubble on her nether regions. Do the math. Jesus, it felt like getting scrubbed with broken glass and hurt so much that I screamed in pain. She was lucky I didn't terminate the session right then and there. But, she was a hot black/white mix and she felt very sorry. Not sorry enough to give me extras, but then I wasn't smart enough back then to seek it.

LOL, nice to know. Would never have even thought about that...but then again, I'm not into PS too much. I'd rather just dive in!
 
There was a time when I used to bring a condom to sessions. Not because I hoped for surprise FS - even though those happened - but because I was scared. Scared of PS. Not because they're as dangerous as BBFS, but because one of my first PS experiences was fucking painful. Yeah I can laugh at it now but at the time it was not funny! :mad:

But, I'll tell guys the story now so that you can get a laugh. I remember the girl was Tia, at Utopia. She was apparently well reviewed or at least the receptionist gave me that impression. I'll talk about the receptionist some other time cause she was amazing. Anyway, I'm not circumsized so I'm extra sensitive. Tia had stubble on her nether regions. Do the math. Jesus, it felt like getting scrubbed with broken glass and hurt so much that I screamed in pain. She was lucky I didn't terminate the session right then and there. But, she was a hot black/white mix and she felt very sorry. Not sorry enough to give me extras, but then I wasn't smart enough back then to seek it.
I too am uncircumcised. An MPA once yanked back hard on the my shaft during a BBBJ and left me in pain for days. When I was a teenager while fucking my girlfriend in the front seat of a car in the parking lot of a movie theatre between shows, the angle of penetration caused her pubic bone to tear my foreskin. There was a moment of pain, but I finished up. When we stopped there was blood everywhere. I had to go an emergency room to deal with it.
 
I too am uncircumcised. An MPA once yanked back hard on the my shaft during a BBBJ and left me in pain for days. When I was a teenager while fucking my girlfriend in the front seat of a car in the parking lot of a movie theatre between shows, the angle of penetration caused her pubic bone to tear my foreskin. There was a moment of pain, but I finished up. When we stopped there was blood everywhere. I had to go an emergency room to deal with it.
...seems heroic to finish damn fuck no matter what... 🥉
 
So here's another reflection. This one is about the first time I fell in love with a MPA. Yea, it's happened more than once. I guess I'm just the kind of guy who takes a while to learn that lesson. The girl was the receptionist at Utopia spa. Her name was Karen and she was a black/white mix with an infectious smile and a naughty gleam in her eyes. I used to see a blonde bombshell named Lexi at Utopia and Karen was the one who took my bookings. We would chat a fair bit before and after my sessions, and one day, she told me that she only worked the front cause she was taking a break from being a MPA. Holy shit!

Long story short, she became my regular after that. The funny thing is, I don't remember her MPA name. I think it was Gigi or Ginger. To me she was always Karen. We had many enjoyable sessions together. They were low mileage by today's standards. The furthest I ever got was a finger in her pussy. But, mileage didn't matter to me back then. One day, in the middle of winter, she told me she was retiring. So, on her last scheduled day, I fought a snow storm to see her one last time. When I finally got there, I was told that she never came in on account of the weather. Man, I was heartbroken, and that was the moment I realized that I had fallen in love and that I'd never see her again.

I still think of her fondly and I hope she's long out of the biz and is happy somewhere.
 
So here's another reflection. This one is about the first time I fell in love with a MPA. Yea, it's happened more than once. I guess I'm just the kind of guy who takes a while to learn that lesson. The girl was the receptionist at Utopia spa. Her name was Karen and she was a black/white mix with an infectious smile and a naughty gleam in her eyes. I used to see a blonde bombshell named Lexi at Utopia and Karen was the one who took my bookings. We would chat a fair bit before and after my sessions, and one day, she told me that she only worked the front cause she was taking a break from being a MPA. Holy shit!

Long story short, she became my regular after that. The funny thing is, I don't remember her MPA name. I think it was Gigi or Ginger. To me she was always Karen. We had many enjoyable sessions together. They were low mileage by today's standards. The furthest I ever got was a finger in her pussy. But, mileage didn't matter to me back then. One day, in the middle of winter, she told me she was retiring. So, on her last scheduled day, I fought a snow storm to see her one last time. When I finally got there, I was told that she never came in on account of the weather. Man, I was heartbroken, and that was the moment I realized that I had fallen in love and that I'd never see her again.

I still think of her fondly and I hope she's long out of the biz and is happy somewhere.

Haha...no, say it ain't so!
 
Are you sure it was love, sounds more like infatuation...

I was never 'in love' with an MPA before but may have been infatuated with a few 🙂

But I'll say this...spend a lot of time with them outside the spa and the love or infatuation (whatever you want to call it) quickly subsides...
 
So here's another reflection. This one is about the first time I fell in love with a MPA. Yea, it's happened more than once. I guess I'm just the kind of guy who takes a while to learn that lesson. The girl was the receptionist at Utopia spa. Her name was Karen and she was a black/white mix with an infectious smile and a naughty gleam in her eyes. I used to see a blonde bombshell named Lexi at Utopia and Karen was the one who took my bookings. We would chat a fair bit before and after my sessions, and one day, she told me that she only worked the front cause she was taking a break from being a MPA. Holy shit!

Long story short, she became my regular after that. The funny thing is, I don't remember her MPA name. I think it was Gigi or Ginger. To me she was always Karen. We had many enjoyable sessions together. They were low mileage by today's standards. The furthest I ever got was a finger in her pussy. But, mileage didn't matter to me back then. One day, in the middle of winter, she told me she was retiring. So, on her last scheduled day, I fought a snow storm to see her one last time. When I finally got there, I was told that she never came in on account of the weather. Man, I was heartbroken, and that was the moment I realized that I had fallen in love and that I'd never see her again.

I still think of her fondly and I hope she's long out of the biz and is happy somewhere.
Damn. I always call first to make sure my favourite girl is at the spa. I was disappointed a couple of times because she was absent.
 
Are you sure it was love, sounds more like infatuation...

I was never 'in love' with an MPA before but may have been infatuated with a few 🙂

But I'll say this...spend a lot of time with them outside the spa and the love or infatuation (whatever you want to call it) quickly subsides...
I agree. Life outside the spa is a different world. She may be a different person if you get to know her personally. You never know.
 
Are you sure it was love, sounds more like infatuation...

I was never 'in love' with an MPA before but may have been infatuated with a few 🙂

But I'll say this...spend a lot of time with them outside the spa and the love or infatuation (whatever you want to call it) quickly subsides...
To me, there's not much difference between infatuation and falling in love. Both are simply the beginning of physical and emotional attraction and is basically the tip of the being in love iceberg.
 
since you were already there .. did you book someone else instead?
No I didn't. I can't remember if it was because I was so let down or because no one was available or I decided to tackle the snow storm back.
 
Damn. I always call first to make sure my favourite girl is at the spa. I was disappointed a couple of times because she was absent.
That's basically when I learned to call ahead! Lol, yeah, this was a very long time ago.
 
It feels like forever since I've had a session but it's only been a couple of months. I guess that time with Sadie at Flirt really did a number on me. I feel almost no desire to hobby and when I do, it's quickly quashed with memories of that session with her.

Do you guys feel this way sometimes? I'm wondering if I'm just in a slump or I might be in the end days of my hobby. I still have bucket list things though. So who knows. I'm not making any claims of retirement.

I remember my first shower massage. It was exciting as hell. It was at SRM, and with a pretty girl named Paris (I think). She was a pro too and warmed the wall first before pushing me up against it and then proceeded to rub her soapy ass cheeks on my dick. Man, it was hot. These days, it probably wouldn't suffice anymore, but back then, it was one of the hottest things I'd done.
 
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