Note from Missy: This article was posted to Cuntlet.com. We are already into the story, when we get to this part:
I am looking down the hole in the massage table, listening to the noises of the massage parlor. I rarely hear anything more than conversations among the staff, noises of walking and doors closing, or the slapping of hands on flesh as someone gets their bodywork. Only once, in a regular massage parlor, did I hear "sounds of sensuality" from the room next to mine. Once, in 14 years.
I still remember it well, and it still gives me thrills. Little girl whimper sounds from a little Korean girl getting her button pushed by some lucky customer. Maybe it wasn't real.. maybe she was an amazing actress, but you will never sell me on that idea. I heard it, and I know it was the realest audible sensual response I have ever witnessed either through a wall or in person, in my lifetime. She was getting off and letting go and IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. I like to tell myself that the women I have touched have felt that way, too, and that I simply was never in a position to listen to my own activities from the room next door, but that's my fantasy...
I still remember it well, and it still gives me thrills. Little girl whimper sounds from a little Korean girl getting her button pushed by some lucky customer. Maybe it wasn't real.. maybe she was an amazing actress, but you will never sell me on that idea. I heard it, and I know it was the realest audible sensual response I have ever witnessed either through a wall or in person, in my lifetime. She was getting off and letting go and IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. I like to tell myself that the women I have touched have felt that way, too, and that I simply was never in a position to listen to my own activities from the room next door, but that's my fantasy...
Continue reading this post at www.Cuntlet.com. The story is called "Laying Down for some Massage Relief"
