I took part in a beauty ritual of the Korean Day Space in Oahu before a red-eye home. The experience not only beautified my outside, but did something powerful to my self-awareness and self-esteem, too. And did I mention I was completely naked the entire time? I am completely naked. The lighting is harsh and I am not alone.
A little advice: Ask around and try and find some reviews so you don't blow your load -- and your cash -- on a sub-par performance. I don't know if my friend could sense my trepidation or not, but he told me to relax.
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The sauna lasted only a few minutes. As nervous as I was about the whole thing, there was no way I was leaving with just a half-assed regular massage.
My masseuse pulled down my underwear and started going at it. I was face down on the table, waiting for this woman's hands to start working my back. This was the advice my friend offered after we smoked a blunt and decided the only logical next move was to get massages and happy endings.
With her other hand, she lifted my hand and put it on her breast. We were each led to a separate massage room. Soon enough, though, you start to care less about what other people might think and start wondering what'll happen if you finish too quickly.
Heck, I'd maybe only received one proper massage in my entire life. Search Close. But I digress.
She kept saying, "You're getting very sleepy," which, while weird, wasn't too far from the truth. As you can tell from my buddy's words of wisdom, I had never been to massage parlor that offered the full-service package, if you know what I mean. Why not try something different, right?
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No, it wasn't like that scene in "Rush Hour 2" where Chris Tucker and Jackie Chan go to the "Heaven on Earth" massage parlor and get to pick from a lineup of 30 women. There seemed to be very little downside to the prospect of a good massage and a hand job. We dressed in silence, and I couldn't help but feel a little cheap after the whole experience.
As the massage ended, and my masseuse tried to usher me into the next room for an actual shower, I just started saying "table shower" over and over again. She repeated the phrase -- "table shower" -- and suddenly I found myself back at the front desk of the spa to pony up another fee.
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I mean, who even does this? First of all, my mind always races when I get high -- part of the reason I don't smoke anymore -- so naturally it was motoring at 10, miles a minute as we edged closer to our destination.
It was weird how we both ended up there at the same time, but I guess that's just how things work sometimes. We had smoked pot like two and a half hours ago. I mean, it's not like you can look on Yelp and see which times are more popular to get a quickie.
As we ventured out, I couldn't help but be a little apprehensive about the whole thing. But here we were, two single, stoned dudes kicking it on a Saturday night.
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By Anonymous. It's not like this masseuse is my girlfriend, but I think all men feel inferior when they orgasm too quickly, no matter who we're with. We left our underwear on underneath. You start thinking you're a complete scumbag for going to a massage parlor and getting tugged off.
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GreatI thought, the last thing I need is to get held up or something while trying to relax and get off. We were greeted at the front desk and then shown to the locker room to put our things away and change into a robe.
So, if you still feel the need to fulfill some fantasy you have of getting a massage and a hand job, then all you need to do is find a spa that offers "table showers. Unwilling to risk the unknown of going to just any massage parlor that's advertising table-shower service, we ventured to midtown Manhattan, to a spot my friend had ly visited and could vouch for.
We entered the spa, which seemed surprisingly quiet for a Saturday night. She looked at me like I had three he, but somehow I knew she understood exactly what I was saying.
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Before I knew it, I was being rushed into a shower and sauna area, where I met my friend. Too late for that. Soothing music played in the background as I experienced a pretty pedestrian massage. I was stoned, and my masseuse spoke very little English. As we crossed the street toward the massage parlor -- after hitting the ATM for cash -- I almost wanted to turn back and forget we'd even had the idea in the first place.
At times, I could barely feel her hands and fingers on my skin.
Several times. I just assumed a weekend night might bring in more clientele.
I don't know why, but you just do. As time went on, my mind drifted to the "ending.