There are a lot of male sex workers in Cuba, so I had to wonder if he was one. The thought made me feel sick with embarrassment. That was until it dawned on me she probably knew exactly what was going on, and likely peeked through the tent to see when I was done. I smiled, knowing I wouldn’t.Īt first, I was relieved she hadn’t walked in a few seconds earlier. He asked my name, and told me to come again the next day. I didn’t make any eye contact at all as I settled the bill, and gave him a huge tip which is expected in Cuba. He turned, allowing me to dress, as if it had just been an ordinary massage. He used the towel to wipe oil from my body efficiently, while I lay blushing and giggling with my eyes closed. Which was lucky, as it turned out, because another massage therapist walked in right afterwards. I’ve never come so quickly, quietly or effortlessly in my life. Once he’d slowly and deliberately slid his fingers inside me, I couldn’t even think about anything else at all. But as he stroked my clit in sensuous, circular movements, I decided I didn’t care. It was an almost out-of-body experience.īriefly, I began to grow nervous about someone walking in (we were in a tent, after all). I was enthralled, and had no intention of stopping him. He moved my bikini to one side, spreading my legs apart with one hand. And he did, until I (almost unconsciously) began to shift my hips and tense upwards. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, but I assumed he’d stop there. I couldn’t believe that my ultimate sexual fantasy was being played out. It was like a jolt of static, and I knew something else was afoot But, as I’ve always found massage a sensual experience, I can’t pretend my body wasn’t responding. He completely avoided my chest and bum (not true of all masseurs, I can assure you), and rubbed my body without any… lingering.īy the end, I was lying on my back while he massaged my legs and thighs, which is perfectly normal, by the way.
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He was friendly but professional not chatty or personal. My happy ending massage fantasy played outĪt first, the massage was utterly innocent. So, when I heard about the hotel spa services while on holiday in Cuba I booked my appointment without any expectations.Īt the appointed time, I turned up at the ‘spa’ – a gauzy white tent on the hotel beach – and was assigned a male massage therapist. and ended in an unexpected orgasm.Ī happy ending massage - or sexual massage - was something I’d always fantasised about, but I never dreamed it would actually happen. Thanks for your interest in helping others in desperate need.W hat’s your ultimate sexual fantasy? Most of us have one, but what do you do after you’ve lived it out for real? This was the question I was confronted with after what was an innocent holiday massage ended became a sexual happy ending massage. HIV testing is not warranted.ĭonation information for The Robert James Frascino AIDS Foundation can be found on the foundation's Web site at From Europe you can use PayPal, credit cards, direct wire transfer, checks or cash for donations. Your HIV-acquisition risk from your rub-and-tug happy-ending massage is nonexistent. Can this also be done if you're living in Europe? I would love to donate. PS: I have read that we can donate to your organisation.
I'm sorry for these questions but you would help me a lot with keeps on turning in my head. The fact that she touched my anus, is there any chance of transmitting HIV if the masseuse would have HIV?ĭo I need to test myself after having this massage?
I'm also afraid that I could have been at risk for HIV if she would have touched the wonde with her hand and afterwards touched my penis? I must admit that I'm feeling guilty of having this done. The wonde (spots) was dry, there was no blood and I didn't saw her touching her neck or rubbing her neck on my penis. However, in her neck she had some red spots because she burned herself on christmas-evening where she has been taken the medication for.