23F wished for a “happy ending” for a massage once…

I feel really guilty about this but I want to get it off my chest. Once, as a gift, a family member bought me a massage package at a local massage place. The place was new and they had gotten a discount package on groupon. I accepted seeing as I was in a lot of pain; I have chronic neck and back pain from the weight of my breasts.

When I pull up to the place it seems a little deserted, the door was locked with no one at the front desk. I was slightly confused until I realized I had arrived a little early. Maybe they were on break. Turns out that the place was owned by one guy and he pretty much did everything. He was tall and well build, his hands looked powerful. I was excited for some pain relief!

It all started normally, he prepared the room while I waited, then he left me to get undressed and put on the robe for the “spa” part. Paraffin wax on hands and feet, and a foot soak and rub basically. He then left me to get disrobed for the massage part, which was full body.

He was an amazing therapist; powerful hands, comfortable yet effective pressure, working on all my problem areas without even having to be told, deep and calming voice. The only problem was I was getting more and more aroused. On my stomach, I was sure I was leaving evidence of my arousal on the sheets covering the table.

It only escalated from there. When it was time to flip over I was almost trembling with arousal and trying desperately to hide it. By the time he moved down to my thighs I was moaning quietly, spreading my legs slowly, and subtlety. He seemed to notice after a while. His fingertips pushed farther and farther up my thighs as he massaged, he was getting so close to my extremely wet area. I loved it, I felt like I was being teased mercilessly. He continued to push and massage up my thighs until his fingertips would barely brush me, ever so slightly, so slightly it could be marked up as a mistake. This happened quite a few times, more contact each time, eliciting a moan every time. I was soaked. He continued to focus on that area, massaging the sensitive skin between my upper thighs and vaginal area.

Time was up eventually, he never pushed past that. I honestly still have no idea if it was intentional, if he noticed my arousal, if he was interested in taking it further. But I can assure you of this, I would have done it without a second thought. I still think of the possibilities and just shiver with arousal. I try to avoid them now, knowing how hot and bothered it gets me. I feel guilty.

Nice to finally tell someone.

TL;DR— 23 year old woman gets incredibly aroused by a massage that gets semi sexual, and wishes it went farther than it did. Wonders if LMT wanted it to go farther as well.

Massage therapy has been around for thousands of years, and there are few indulgences that offer as many physical and mental healing benefits. It can be tricky to find a massage therapist you click with; after all, there’s a degree of vulnerability there – you’re relaxed and at least partially naked. Once you find the right person, they are worth their weight in gold.

When you see someone regularly, especially in a sensual setting like a massage, it’s natural to build a rapport with that person. But what if you hit it off with your masseuse beyond the confines of the massage table? Assuming you’re both single, how do you tell if your massage therapist is flirting, or simply doing their job?

If you’re into it – proceed with caution

First of all, be sure that you’re not idealizing this person outside the context of your professional relationship. It’s easy to fantasize that the rest of your relationship would be as amazing as your massage sessions, but keep in mind that is it’s their job to ensure you have a positive experience. Additionally, massage therapists in many states risk losing their license if they’re caught dating present clients, or past clients within a specified period of time (ranging from a couple of months to several years). Even if they are into you, the nature of the client/therapist relationship makes it unlikely for them to come onto you, since the stakes are much higher for them. You’re going to have to make the first move, and very subtly in case your signals are crossed.

That said, here are some signs a massage therapist might be flirting with you:

  • Commenting on your physical appearance: Massage therapists are usually desensitized to people’s bodies. Even if they are attracted to you, it’s pretty unprofessional to say so, so if they do comment on your body (beyond “your shoulders are pretty tight”) it’s safe to say they’re flirting with you.
  • General chattiness and trying to learn personal details: Generally, a massage therapist will take cues from you as to how much or how little you like to chat during your session. If he or she is trying to get to know details about your personal life and especially relationship status, their interest probably goes beyond the clinical.
  • If they tell you they like you: They’re risking losing their job and possibly even their license, so you can take that one at face value.

If you’re not into it – shut it down

Of course, there is a power imbalance at play here. As you’re the (semi) naked person with their guard down, the massage therapist has the upper hand, so to speak. So if their behavior crosses the line, you’re free to end the session at any time. What’s inappropriate behavior? Simply put, anything that makes you uncomfortable. If their behavior is truly nefarious, you have various options from speaking to the manager to address the problem all the way up to calling the police or reporting the therapist to the state massage board. Remember, you can declare any body part to be off limits at any time.

In any case, if you think your massage therapist is flirting with you and you want to act on it, he or she will likely let you make the first move, since their job and possibly license is at stake. It’s critical to broach the subject very gently and casually, to avoid creeping them out. And, whichever way it goes, be prepared to find a new massage therapist. If you do start dating, they’ll need to refer you to someone else, and if they’re not interested, it’s better for everyone involved to end the professional relationship. Do you have any massage confessions? Share them in the comments below.

The number of people who get massages regularly has considerably increased in recent years. The reason for this is simple: a massage by a professional and licensed massage therapist comes with plenty of benefits, which range from the physical to the emotional. Since the demand for massage services continues to increase, more massage spas and other businesses are being opened each year, to the delight of many massage lovers. These people typically go from one massage business to another in their search for the best massage therapist. And in many cases, they do find their favorite—and sometimes, they get more than what they originally ask. We’ve heard stories about customers getting extras during a massage, but here are actual confessions from massage therapists who crossed the line.

15 Creepy therapist

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When you go in for a massage, you are normally asked to take off your clothes, although it is totally up to you how much you take off. Some individuals prefer to have their undies on, while others aren’t bothered by being completely naked. Whatever the preference, as a customer who is getting the massage, you expect to be treated with the utmost respect—and that means you expect them not to touch you in any weird way. Of course, having your therapist check you out is harmless, but people normally wouldn’t want this. So imagine how creeped out this 17-year-old kid would’ve been if he knew his therapist checked out his genitals. It makes you have second thoughts on getting a massage, doesn’t it?

14 The tension was real

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We don’t usually get to choose who we are attracted to since it mostly happens naturally, especially if we’re talking about physical attraction. You could be physically attracted to a stranger, a friend you’ve known for years, a distant relative, a person much older or younger than you or even someone whose personality you can’t stand. It’s completely normal even though sometimes it’s socially unacceptable to be attracted to certain people. In such cases where it’s socially unacceptable, it can be quite difficult, but at the same time, exciting—especially if the attraction is mutual. That was the case for this massage therapist and their client who kissed each other despite it being a huge ethical issue. It’s extremely unprofessional, but the heart wants what it wants.

13 Cheating partner

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We’re pretty sure we know the answer to this one already, but wouldn’t doing this as a licensed massage therapist be, you know, blatantly violating the code of ethics of the industry? Is there anything worse than that? Maybe we can think of one thing more shocking: having sexual relations with a customer AND cheating on your spouse at the same time. So far, it seems the worst thing you can do as a massage therapist is cheat on your spouse with your customer. What was meant to be a normal day at work turned into an act of betrayal not just toward the therapist’s occupation but to their spouse as well. Here’s hoping the husband found out and left this untrustworthy, cheating therapist in the dust.

12 Happy endings for extra money

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This confession confirms what many people have already speculated about the massage therapy industry: happy endings are real. It doesn’t sound right, not just because it’s illegal and unethical, but also because our society doesn’t accept the practice of engaging in sexual activity in exchange for money. But we mostly just see the people who are on the receiving end of happy endings in the picture; we rarely think about the massage therapists who give the happy endings. Looking at it from the perspective of an outsider, all we can think about is the immorality of the act. But if we take a closer look, we’ll see the sad reality for what it really is—some people are forced to provide sexual services just to make ends meet.

11 Complimentary happy endings

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Now that we’ve confirmed that happy endings really are a thing, what else is there to learn about them? You may have thought there were none, but this massage therapist’s confession proves that things are not just black and white. Even though there are massage therapists who give happy endings in exchange for some extra cash, there are those who provide them simply because they enjoy it. It may sound odd, but it’s definitely real. And contrary to popular belief, female massage therapists are not the only ones who give happy endings to male customers! Apparently, male massage therapists also provide happy endings, and to their fellow men at that! We have yet to confirm, however, if male massage therapists provide happy endings to female customers as well.

10 Risky situation

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Can these confessions get any more scandalous and shocking? Apparently, they can. Here’s a confession from someone who obviously enjoys risky situations: another male massage therapist admits to providing a happy ending to his male customer. Nothing new, right? But what’s new is the fact that he gave the happy ending while another customer was sitting at the door! The guts of both the therapist and the customer are nothing short of outstanding, especially since they could have been caught if the door was unlocked and the other customer decided to go in. The noises alone that these two men were making could have been enough to raise suspicions from the other customer. If there’s one thing that this confession proves, it’s that some people like to live dangerously.

9 Excellent customer service

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No matter where we are in the world, we always demand excellent customer service. Businesses profit mostly due to customer satisfaction, which is why plenty of businesses live by the slogan “The customer is always right.” Unfortunately, just because we want excellent customer service doesn’t mean we get it. Sometimes, employees or businesses fail us and leave us completely frustrated. But really, what does it take for an employee to provide excellent customer service to their customer? The fact that it’s company policy and something they can’t do anything about? Being treated nicely by their customer? Or the fact that as a person, they take pleasure in going out of their way to satisfy people? For this massage therapist, it’s definitely the last one… except the method is completely unethical.

8 Extra service for free

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We already know that massage therapists sometimes charge extra to give their customers a happy ending. We also realize that there are massage therapists who give these happy endings for free just because they enjoy it. What we don’t hear about is the fact that there are some massage therapists who sleep with not just one, but several of their clients after the massage. And it’s even weirder to know, as per this confession, that some massage therapists only consider charging for the extra service after they have done it over and over again free of charge! While it’s definitely bad to sleep with your clients, it’s so much worse to start charging extra for it as that totally counts as prostitution, which is illegal in the United States!

7 Football club masseuse

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Every job comes with its own advantages and disadvantages. The disadvantages are what makes the job difficult and exhausting, while the advantages are what makes us keep it. If you ask a massage therapist what the best perk of their occupation is, they will probably say it’s the satisfaction they get from making other people feel better or the huge tips that they occasionally receive from their happy customers. And depending on whether the therapist works freelance, they might say it’s the flexible work hours. But this female massage therapist enjoys a benefit that some people may or may not desire: the ability to sleep with some of the members of a football club she provides massage services to. What a naughty and promiscuous masseuse!

6 Unethical tip

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While tipping isn’t actually customary in many countries, especially in Europe and Asia, it’s tremendously encouraged in America. In fact, if it weren’t for tips, many workers would not be able to afford their basic necessities. This is a sad reality that millions of people have to face, including massage therapists who are new to the business. That’s why they are very appreciative when their customers give them hefty tips. Tips also motivate them to be better at their job, just as how tips motivate workers from other fields. But apparently, tips don’t always come in the form of cash, as proven by this confession from a massage therapist who is getting tipped by a happy customer in the form of—you guessed it—sexual interaction.

5 No guilty feelings

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No matter how long we have been in our field of work, there are still times when we make mistakes. We are only human after all; making mistakes is one of the most natural things to us. And when we make a mistake on the job, we mostly either recognize it and feel bad about it, or act like we didn’t do anything wrong. This massage therapist, as you can see in the confession, is right in the middle—they recognize the fact that it was wrong for them to sleep with their client, yet they don’t feel any remorse since they did benefit from it. They had fun, and for this therapist, that matters more than the fact that they violated the job’s code of ethics.

4 Womanizing therapist

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Where would you normally find a womanizer? Who would you normally expect to be one? That well-dressed, good-looking gentleman at the bar who has an incredible way with words? That handsome pilot who’s always surrounded by gorgeous flight attendants? A talented, sculpted athlete who has fans from all over the world? Or a massage therapist whose best quality is providing out-of-this-world body massages? A massage therapist wouldn’t typically cross our mind if we were thinking about womanizers, but that’s about to change. This massage therapist seems really enthusiastic about their confession, and we can even say they’re actually proud of it even though they should be ashamed! But the bitter truth remains: these wives are betraying their husbands’ trust, whether they realize it or not.

3 A big tease

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This confession is probably nothing compared to all the other ones before this, but we certainly believe he’s still crossing the line. The job of a massage therapist is to work on the customer’s body with pressure, so stress is released and pain is removed. Deliberately touching their customer’s body in ways that are not part of the job is not just unacceptable and unethical, but also disrespectful. And it surely isn’t cool when people who go in for a massage are getting sexual tension and frustration instead of the therapeutic experience they deserve. Not to mention this is normally how even more unethical behavior happens—once you start something forbidden, you’re only going to keep doing it to see how far you can go.

2 Going commando

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What are the different kinds of job that require an employee to be completely naked? We live in an odd world, so there should be at least a few of them out there. What about the jobs that allow their employees to go commando? It’s hard to say, but it’s not illegal to go commando and it’s perfectly up to the person whether or not to wear underwear. This usually doesn’t become an issue, unless doing so will jeopardize a person’s job or the reputation of the company. With so many scandalous confessions about unethical sexual interactions in the massage therapy industry coming out in the open, it’s kind of hard not to be suspicious of this weird confession, especially since it doesn’t sound like it’s their normal routine.

1 Secretive therapist

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There are several different kinds of massage therapy in the industry. Among the most popular include Swedish massage, reflexology, deep tissue massage and sports massage. The less popular massage therapies include tantric massage, lingam massage and yoni massage, all of which are unpopular for a reason: they are sexual in nature. While these therapies remain to be illegal in many parts of the world, the people who provide these services claim that they have wonderful health benefits to offer. Yoni massage, the therapy mentioned in the confession, involves massaging the intimate parts of a woman. With a job as controversial as this, he has an obligation to let his girlfriend know what he truly does. After all, not all women are fine with their man touching another woman’s private parts for money.

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  • Nope

The whole time I was massaging him he kept telling me that i was “really good with my hands”. He also repeatedly told me how good he was at his job and plugging his business with a hinting tone. A very awkward session.”

14 The Wolverine

-“I’ve had clients ask if they could massage me (specifically my a$s) while I was working on them.

-One woman tried to put her face in my crotch and told me she would love to eat me out. For the record, I was wearing yoga pants as I am also a yoga instructor.

-Many people are surprised how strong I am and comment on it and how small my hands are. That’s not odd. What was odd was the guy who followed that observation up with telling me that I also had “tits like a wolverine”. Not sure if that’s a good or bad thing.”

Btw, I looked up wolverines on the web and they don’t appear to have visible breasts, so that compliment is pretty strange! And he obviously didn’t mean the X-Men character, so what was he on about? Hilarious.

13 Expensive Presents

“Former massage therapist here. I used to work in the YMCA in my hometown. There was a group of four older ladies, around their early 50’s, that all played tennis together and afterwards took turns getting massaged. At first it was great, they were mostly doctors wives, fairly easing going and generous tippers to boot, but then things took a turn for the strange. One woman offered me a diamond tennis bracelet if I agreed to switch the order they were massaged in and did her first. I declined the gift, but promised to use a rotating schedule in the future. She was fine at first, but slowly became more aggressive. She would beg and bribe me to extend her half hour for 10 or 15 minutes in spite of her waiting friends. She constantly offered me expensive presents, shopping, home cooked meals, all kinds of things I was uncomfortable accepting. The more I declined her offers, the weirder and edgier she seemed to get around me. Finally, I guess she got tied of beating around the bush (so to speak) and made an outright advance by grabbing my hand and forcing onto her breast. I told her I was very flattered, but I wasn’t interested in other women this way. She screamed (perfectly in range for all of her friends and all of my coworkers to hear) about how I had been leading her on for months and how I didn’t deserve any of her time and money. She berated my appearance and education before storming out the door, naked and furious. I quit that day, started waiting tables, and never quite worked up the nerve to go back.”

12 Emotional Baggage

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“I have to say I’ve been rather fortunate as a massage therapist in terms of horror stories or horror clients. I work in a small office that is focused on the therapeutic aspect of massage, rather than the spa treatment. We still do that stuff, but it’s not the main reason our clients come and see us.

When I was in school, I had a lady who would frequent our student clinic, and she would request me. Nice lady, but holy fucking shit did she have emotional baggage. I think I saw her maybe 5 different times and every single time she would flip from prone to supine, she would IMMEDIATELY have a tearful emotional response. And then she would pour her heart out to me about what was wrong in her life. I politely listened, and didn’t say much beyond the occasional one word affirmation.

She never tipped me cash, but she would give me astrological advice. Personally I don’t buy into that stuff, but it was a nice gesture.”

11 Revolting

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“My cousin Bryan is a massage therapist. Degree in sports medicine, years of experience with rehabilitation and physical therapy, and he runs a massage business because it’s the most profitable where he’s located.

One time he’s working on this big NFL guy, 6’5″ and 300 lbs. Guy had some back problems. The guy’s so big, Bryan has to stand on a stool to get high enough to get leverage to get his hands and elbows on this guy’s lower back. He’s massaging away, the guy says “More pressure” and asks for a more firm massage. He’s done this before.

Anyway, Bryan is moving his elbow down this guy’s lower back when all the sudden the guy groans and explodes. Shit just comes flying out of his ass into the sheet. Shit drops out the sides of the sheets, it hits the floor, the guy is farting and shitting seemingly uncontrollable, and he’s actually crying.

One thing leads to another, and the football player sheepishly pays (with a huge tip) and apologizes, then leaves. Bryan and another employee are left cleaning up the horrible mess. Quotes from Bryan:

“He must have had some kind of intestinal blockage I broke loose, because the shit smelled awful. It was like it’d been in there forever. It was black, like pitch black, and it was revolting.”

About a month later, the guy shows up again, and talks to Bryan one on one. Turns out the guy had like the best game of his life, and was more mobile and felt fantastic. He claims that Bryan must have broken something loose or something, because he’s got more mobility than he’s had in years. I guess he’s been coming back weekly for the past few years, and has not shit anywhere. But he still tips like double the cost of the massage.”

10 Creepy Smile

“Worked as a receptionist for a massage service facility. Every masseuse was licensed and the business was legit, but I guess having an all Asian staff gave creepers the idea that we provide “extra services”.

One day a rather large white man requested one of our longest massages (2hr. Swedish Massage). I instructed him to disrobe and lie beneath the bedsheets – typical procedure – while his massage therapist prepared for the massage (hand/wrist stretching, hydrating, etc). He seemed like a decent guy, so I wasn’t expecting any trouble until the masseuse that had just entered the service room stumbled out backwards shouting profanities and slamming the door.

Apparently he was sitting stark naked at the edge of the bed with his wang out, upright and at full attention. To make it worse, when the masseuse walked in and gave him a startled look, he gave her the creepiest smile(according to her anyway) and jumped off the bed as if to approach her. We threatened to call her police and he left (though he had already paid for his service so too damn bad for him), handing me his unused towel over the counter and asking me to fold it.”

9 Stalker

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” Biggest creep goes to a young man I worked on when I was in a resort town down south. He invited me up to his room for a drink, I refused. (Edit for shall_set_you_free: He lost it and yelled at me about being a nasty and such, and kept asking and name-calling til we kicked him out.) I told the manager he was not allowed back, and I thought that was the end of it. That as$hole followed me around for 2 weeks, alternating between inviting me to run away with him back to his grandmother’s house in Detroit and saying I was a bit*h & he was going to kill me. If we’d known his stay was going to be so long, we’d have had him arrested.

Biggest bi*ch goes to the old white lady that went on a racist rant for an hour. Pretty sure I’ve posted that before.

The toughest thing I’ve had to deal with is the internship I did during school. It was in an oncology ward; many of the patients there did not have much time. They were my first “clients”. They were so kind, and so happy to see us. The most grateful people I’ve ever touched. And most of them are gone.”

8 Strange Consistency

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“I’m a male massage therapist. When I first started at my job, I had a male client grind into the table while he was prone. When I had turned him supine, he asked if I could massage his stomach. I started my stomach routine, but was aware of a different consistency on my hands. Something that wasn’t my oil. I was desperately trying to figure out what it was (had I accidentally mixed oils?), when the treatment had ended.

He tipped me $100 with a big grin and left. I knew what that strange consistency was now. After my shift I went to the bar my buddy worked at and spend the $100 on a giant burger, 3 packs of cigarettes, alcohol and tipped them the rest. I didn’t want anything to do with that fu*kin money. It taught me to be more aware and direct with the client when that starts happening.”

7 Pretty Boy

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“(Bloke here) I have to say there are some creepy phone calls but that is as bad as it gets. One chap asked exactly what kind of massage I did (common precursor to “do you do extras”) and I told him clearly about Swedish Massage. He said “Ah that’s something my patrner and I would be interested in” and asked “…and for the ladies do you do sensual massage?”. I find this euphamism so frustrating. It literally doesn’t imply what they want to imply but it has become recognised as a word for sexy time. I said “no”. “He then said “could you?” I said “no!”. Then follows a common awkward situation where we try and both pretend that he hasn’t just asked me for some kind of naughty service in return for money and finish the conversation as you might otherwise.

This conversation and the time a rather lonely, elderly gay man told me how much he appreciated “having a pretty man to take care of him” were the weirdset moments. Admittedly when Mr Lonelygay said that to me I felt a bit gross but also internally giggled, blushed and said “aww he said I’m pretty”. For a fleeting moment considered a life as the wealthy boy toy of an ageing thespian. My ticket into the high society of gay retirees, feeling slightly jaded and ashamed of my life built on lies and sexual quid pro quo, but driven by the idea of inheriting his immaculate house and fortune. Then remembered I was a bit far down the road of life for that change of tack, having married a woman. I decided that I would diminish and remain Galadriel in the West.”

6 Yuck!

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“I’m a massage therapist, doing medical-type work. My clients are all super-nice, so not many awkward experiences, but I’ll share two.

-I came back to change the sheets after one client had gotten dressed and left, and found that he’d had some diarrhea on my table. Luckily our laundry service treats all our linens as biohazards anyway, but yuck.

-I came into the room after washing my hands and letting my client get undressed, and she realized she hadn’t been specific enough about how she’d injured her back. So she got up (stark naked) and proceeded to demonstrate the motion she’d been doing when she hurt herself. (Not disgusting, bodies don’t scare me, but definitely felt awkward).

That’s about it! I love my job. 🙂 I’d definitely suggest going into massage therapy if you’re compassionate and can handle a good amount of physically demanding work. If you’re worried about sexual come-ons, stick to medical settings. If you’re worried about bodily fluids and/or smells, go the spa route.”

5 Blister

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“When I first started doing massage about 15 years ago I was working in a fancy spa type setting. I was doing a couples massage along with my coworker. I was massaging the lady and she was massaging the gentleman. Well, unfortunately the gentleman had a Sacajawea coin sized pus filled blister on his back that popped during the massage. Every time my coworker made a pass down his back the blister would glurp a little more of it’s hell juice onto his back. Our clients were both face down so we were making the most wretched faces at each other to express our disgust as my coworker did her best to avoid touching the yellow mess. Over the 10 years I did massage therapy I saw some interesting things and met some characters but I will never forget that blister. In retrospect I don’t know why we didn’t say something about it to him. I guess we figured he must have known about it because it was huge!”

4 Weird Tattoo

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“My brother is a massage therapist for a side income and has tons of horror stories.

One of the strangest ones is a man came to their studio(he shared one with others) and specifically asks for a man. Well, he is left in the room with the typical instructions(undress and get under a sheet) and when my brother comes in, the guy is sitting on a couch crosslegged naked as the day he was born. Anyway, weirds out my brother who apologizes and asks him to again get under the sheet and leaves for about 5 mins. He comes back and begins the massage, apparently this guy had a huge member tattooed on his back and kept “hinting” for more. The guy even started slightly pulling the sheet off his butt with his hands(they were by his sides) and saying things like “it’s just the two of us in here, what happens here stays here, I wouldn’t say anything”

Basically all this unnerved my brother a good bit who was all too happy when they guy’s time was up. But like a champ he continued to do massages, although they did add that guy to their “watch” list.”

3 Blackheads

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“Let me see… I treat a (retired) politician’s wife who always has gas. She somehow always manages to fart in my face. Who knew this would be a part of the job?

I had a 500lb man who had a yeast infection in his “folds”. Good god, I did not sign up for this! I don’t know what was worse his smell or the fear that I would land on his naked body if the table collapsed.

The worst one I’ve had though was a guy that was covered, and I mean COVERED in blackheads. They were huge. Like little black missiles waiting to ignite. I took one look and covered him up. Worked through the sheets with gloves. Every time I touched him I could see them wriggle out of his skin under the white sheet. At the end, it was covered in the left overs of him. So gross!

Being a therapist is great, but you do have to suck up the disgusting parts.”

2 Mother-Daughter Massage

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“My house mate is a remedial sports massage therapist and I have a certificate in lymphatic and neurovascular massage which I’ve found extremely helpful as a nurse, our household is full of stories.

From the people (men and women) who used to ask her for happy endings and sometimes follow her to the train station (she had to call the police once) or the time someone brought their cat into her spa for a “Mother daughter massage” (yes, the cat was the daughter)

My horror story is not too bad; A patient asked me to help with her dry skin on her legs, and I asked what causes it and she said “I think just because I’ve been on bedrest” and it’s true, it’s not uncommon for skin on the lower legs and feet to dry and crack when you aren’t moving. So I grab some lotion and get to work on both moisturising and getting the blood flowing. After I’m done she tells me that it feels much better and she’s so thankful because normally people don’t massage her legs … on account of the shingles. I ask her why she didn’t tell anyone she’d had a history of shingles and she said “oh, well I was in here because of the stroke, not my shingles” …”

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“I’ve been an LMT for ten years now, (female here)… and I’ve seen every private part that I’d never intended on seeing or wanted to for that matter. It always seemed as though the women were more into flashing me whatever body part they wanted to at the time. I’ve seen enough bush to want to keep a machete in the office and give them 10 minutes to make the way through the Madagascar… and another 10 to come to terms with the fact that nobody just wants that flashed at them while they’re trying to do their job. I’ve massaged all types of bodies on all types of people. Having to get a certain number of hours before getting licensed leads to this. I”ve massaged beautiful women, handsome men… and just plain, normal people. I’ve massaged the skinny and the not so skinny. I’ve massaged people who came in for massage and really just needed a person to talk to, some who moaned like they were getting the best ‘treatment’ of their life (yuck), some who snored and snored and yeah, snored.. and some who stayed completely quiet.Some people want a nice relaxing massage, and some want you to basically beat the shit out of them to the point where it becomes a bit strange… hm. I never care about the sex of the person I’m massaging, I do like people with a bit of meat on their bones as opposed to the walking skeletons… Just a personal preference, I suppose. To people who are overweight and feel self-conscious–DON’T. Go get a massage. Sure.. I understand that the idea of being somewhat or completely naked under a sheet isn’t the most settling thing, but we’re trained to make the experience be as comfortable and to make you feel as secure as possible before, during, and after the massage. By the time I ended up working at a medical practice, I had massaged hundreds of people-all shapes and sizes. We go into this line of work knowing that we will deal with all walks of life.With all that being said, I’m glad I went to school for MT and enjoy what I do every day. By no means is this job easy. You have to be able to work long hours, be personable, and be willing to market yourself.”

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Hips Don’t Lie

The trainers at my gym are super cute, and I found myself making eye contact with one who was muscular with gorgeous bronze skin. I had to wait months to book him, and when I finally got an appointment for a sports massage, I was so nervous I was actually shaking when he put his hands on my back! He took his time giving me the basic strokes. Then he started to rub me just under my hips. He leaned over and whispered, “Do you want more? ‘Cause I want to give it to you…” I really did but I could barely nod my head as I lifted my hips toward him. His touch was light at first, but it got stronger as he slipped his hands inside of me. After 15 intense minutes, I was in heaven! When it was over, I headed to the front desk and saw a $75 gratuity on my credit card. WTF! I wanted to report him, but he did give me extra service.

—Wanda, 27, Los Angeles

Afterwork Delight

One evening, after a long day at work, I headed to my favorite mas- sage parlor for a back rub. In the past I had enjoyed some decent massages there, but I didn’t know the girl who worked on me this time. Right away I noticed something was different. She took an extra long time rubbing my arms and then started to inch toward my breasts…and I didn’t stop her! My boyfriend was away in the military and I hadn’t had sex for three months, so I let her keep going for another 15 minutes as the massage moved down below. Afterward, my face was bright red when she charged me $12 for “extra” time, but I happily paid it. I was actually sad when I didn’t see her there the next time!

—Tracy, 32, Brooklyn

Hands-On Training

When I was 24, I became a professional massage therapist. Some time later, I saw a Craigslist ad looking for an erotic masseuse and thought it’d be fun to try. I “interviewed” in a tiny room at a small midtown office building where a 40-something Asian man told me what the massages would entail. He wanted to show me his technique, so he asked me to undress and get under the sheets on the table. He proceeded with a basic massage, but his hands slowly began moving down in between my legs. I froze in shock but didn’t try to stop him. He then gave me the best hand job ever! Next, he asked me to work on him. I began with some standard massage strokes to his back, but I eventually turned him over and gave him an awkward “happy ending.” He said he wanted to hire me, but I asked for some time to think it over. In the end, although it was a memorable experience, I chose not to do it professionally. And my own (reputable) business has since taken off. So at least the story has a happy ending too.

—Jennifer, 28, Atlanta

Erotic Short Stories

I walk into the spa. The smell of lotion fills my noes.

“Hello” says the lady at the desk. “What can I do for you”

“Can I get and hour long full body massage please.” I say

“Certainly miss” says the women

She types a few things into her computer.

“Unfortunately we don’t have a female masseuses available. Would you be ok with a male”

“Sure” I say I had done this hundreds of times.

“Ok,” She says “go into room 10 and undress. Your masseuse will be in there soon.”

Knock knock.

“Come in”

I make sure to cover myself up with my blanket.

I tall man with dark brown hair and sparking hazel eyes walks in the room.

“Hey I am Kyle” he says, While staring at my breasts.

“Hi” I say breathless.

” Turn on your back” he says.

I flip over. My upper back exposed.

I hear the click of a lock. He locked the door!

Quiet meditation music begins to play through the speakers.

He rubs lotion on his hands and starts to massage my back.

I bite my lip to stop the moan fro escaping. He was so hot.

Without warning he sat on top of me. I could feel his erection pressing against my ass.

He continued to rub my back. Then he stood up and moved the towel down all the way to my butt crack.

He ran his hands up and down my back. Each time he pulled my towel down little more.

At last my full ass was exposed. He smacked it.

I bite back the pain and embrace the pleasure.

“Your so hot babe” he said.

I moaned in response

He spread my legs open revealing my wet pussy.

Before I could blink his finger was inside me.

He thrusted in and out working magic. He played with my clitoris and penetrated my g spot.

He inserted yet another finger. Kyle continued to torture me with his magical fingers until I just couldn’t take it any longer.

“Kyle” I moaned as I cumed all over his hand.

“Turn over he said”

I did as I was told. He began to eat me out.

“You taste so good” Kyle said.

His tongue twirled around my clit. I clench the sheets as the sexual tension builds. Right before I am about to cum he stops.

“Why did you stop?” I whine

“If you can make me cum then I will make you cum”

I licked my lips. A challenge I thought.

I looked at Kyle and realized he was still dressed.

I walk over to him and I put his hands on my boobs. He groans.

He begins to play with my nipples, but I stop him.

I pull off his shirt purposefully pressing my body against his boner.

Then I get on my knees and slip of his pants and boxers. His hard dick springs out.

I run the tips of my fingers on his balls and moved my way up to the tip.

He clenches his fingers and tilts his head back slightly.

Then I wrap both my hands around him and begin to pull gently. I speed up. He groans loudly and hold on to my hair.

“I am gonna cum” he yells.

I put his dick in my mouth as he cums. I swallow.

“Yum” I say

Then I put his dick back in my mouth and twirl my tongue on the top. He pulls my hair a little tighter.

I take his dick out of my mouth and put it in between my boobs. I let him thrust back and forth. I begin to finger myself.

I can feel myself reaching the edge.

Everything is building up inside of me then I explode. Screaming I squirt everywhere.

“Oh baby” he said “so sexy”

I can’t control myself anymore. I just kiss him. Our tongues intertwine and he pushes me on the bed.

Kyle puts on a condom and enters me. He thrusts and I rub myself. We cum within minutes.

With that he gets up and dresses himself and leaves the room.

“I hope to see you next week”

Thanks for reading the next next short story will be up in the next few days!!

Sometimes things don’t go as planned – and those moments often make for the best stories. Tripping columns offer readers a chance to share their wild adventures.

This is a travel story that I’m called upon to tell over and over again, particularly after a few drinks and when the crowd longs for a good laugh.

Every two years I co-ordinate a cycling trip for some friends. Last spring we went to Croatia. Beautiful country. Tough cycling but an amazing experience.

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At the end of the second day, my friend Barb and I decided to treat ourselves to a massage in our hotel, a five-star beauty in the small coastal village of Postira on the island of Brac. Although there was a little bit of a language barrier when we went to the spa to book our appointments, Barb and I ended up choosing a full-body massage.

Barb drew a young woman as her therapist. I ended up with a handsome, fit young man.

I entered the massage room. It was bare except for a table covered with a strip of disposable paper. I furtively glanced around the room looking for the sheets, blankets and pillows. There was nothing else in this room. Nothing. I started to sweat.

The therapist excused himself to give me a few minutes alone to disrobe. The thought of being naked on this naked table had me quickly following him out the door to inquire about cover-ups. With a touch of disdain, he fetched me a towel from the hot tub. But it was the size of a hand towel. I wondered how Barb was doing with all of this.

I took a deep breath and reminded myself that when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

I climbed onto the table feeling very naked with just my panties on and a hand towel for modesty. I lay face down and attempted repeatedly to adjust the tiny towel, but finally accepted that it wasn’t going to cover up much anyway and left it rumpled on my shoulder blades.

Did I mention I was sweating … profusely? The paper sheeting was disintegrating.

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When the therapist entered the room, he showed surprise that I was wearing panties but thankfully allowed me this small modicum of dignity.

My masseur was skillful but I could not relax. My muscles were getting tighter and tighter as the minutes wore on. All I could think about was what would I do if his hand went where it should not go?

Then it was time for the big flip. At home, the therapist holds up the sheets and blanket in a tent-like fashion while you turn over onto your back. This time, all my guy had was a hand towel.

I took a deep yoga breath, squeezed my eyes shut to avoid the embarrassment of eye contact, flipped over and positioned the towel over my breasts.

The massage ended without incident but I was tense and uptight, I was soaking wet and the paper sheeting on the massage table was in wet tatters all over the floor. I dressed and quickly exited the spa.

Barb’s experience was equally awkward: She tried crawling under the paper liner on the massage table! But once over, the massage experience became funny. Very funny. There are moments in the retelling that we can’t get the words out for the laughter. Who would have guessed that a full-body massage in Croatia also meant being in full-body view.

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Happy-ending massage stories are pretty common, a mixture of truth, half-truth, and urban legend that captivates the imagination of men, even in this age of casual sex and unlimited Internet porn. Most of these stories are about women providing such services to men as the high point of a massage.

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However, according to IBIS World, there are an estimated 21,000 spas in the U.S. where a predominantly female clientele spend more than $10 billion dollars annually in services. These women average more than 110 million visits per year, so it’s not surprising that juicy tales of women receiving happy-ending massages are increasing. The truth of the matter is far more women receive erotic or sensual massages than the public is aware of.

Some women are seduced by the massage process and decide to have an erotic experience then and there, while others set out to find a place where they can get a happy ending. Some women present themselves as “ripe and ready” for an explicitly erotic experience by indicating their desire through body language and other thinly veiled alluring behaviors.

I know this because I’m a male sex-positive pleasure provider, and I facilitate happy endings for women for a living.

My experience in this field spans several years. It started when I was a massage therapist and found that several of my female clients, most between 19 and 49 years old, indicated to me that they wanted something more than a regular massage.

One of my first surprises was from Ali*, 22, from Maine. It was a hot spring day, and she visited for a deep-tissue massage because of college finals tension. After the initial intake procedure, I informed her about the standard options for the massage session, left the room, and returned a few minutes later to find her lying on her back, uncovered, with a suppressed smile on her face, her perky breasts and nipples fully exposed.

Obviously, this was not one of the massage “options” I gave her, and I was a bit taken aback. I asked if she wanted the massage uncovered. She said that’s what she prefers, so I proceeded the massage session as she liked it but asked her to lie face-down and placed a hand towel over her midsection.

By the middle of the massage, she was perceptibly moving her body and making low erotic noises. I fed her lascivious desires with slow, deep, long-flowing strokes, teasingly caressing her erogenous parts from her head to feet, my intuitive hands responding as her body throbbed with libido, a libido that was obviously looking for some kind of climatic expression. After an hour, she turned face-up.

Not surprisingly, there was a wet spot where her body was on the black silky cotton sheet that covered the massage couch.

Her perky breasts and nipples looked like they were bursting with pleasure, firm like pink grapefruits. Ali was ready to climax. As inexperienced as I was at the time, I assumed she wanted intercourse and was about to oblige when she firmly took my hand and indicated she wanted a digital orgasm. (The phrase “happy ending” was not yet in vogue.) Almost two hours had passed, and she had a huge orgasm. She left me with a surprisingly big tip for a college student.

My career as a provider of happy endings for women had just begun.

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Over the next several years, I had many more experiences of women indicating in different ways that they wanted to engage their feminine sexual energy in the massage session. These women do not fit any stereotype and came (no pun intended) from a broad social spectrum in more or less within the age group I mentioned above.

Katie* was 34 and of Italian/German background. She came in because of back pain and tension headaches. It turned out, she was in a relationship with a guy who never took the time to really explore and appreciate her physical needs and desires. She came in for a 90-minute massage, and I attended to all the tight and sore places on her neck and back.

After the first 60 minutes, Katie’s body started to signal her sexual center. There’s something about extended touch and caress that tends to release the most potent chemicals of the sexual centers of a woman who’s in need of physical and emotional attention.

By the end of the session, it was clear she was enjoying the touch experience beyond its remedial value; Katie desperately wanted to cum. She apologized and asked if she could masturbate. I offered to help, and she quickly asked me to suck and gently bite her hard, brown nipples while she stroked her clitoris to an explosive orgasm.

After a few years of increasing requests from women for erotic massages, I decided to give up my massage practice and focus exclusively on providing pleasure for women.

I have learned a lot about the art of erotic touch. I actually hate the term “happy ending.” It’s a vulgar, cheap phrase suited for the sleazy “massage parlors” that cater to men who are looking for a quickie in 15-, 30-, and 60-minutes sessions. And from what I understand of the female psyche, most women find the “happy-ending” model of an erotic engagement outside of a romantic relationship to be repellent.

As a matter of fact, “repellent” was the exact word Laura* used to describe “happy-ending” massages when she called to make an appointment for my 90-minute erotic body rub. Laura, 39, was a former corporate executive who was married with two kids.

She was a woman with much passion for life but still trying to find her own grounds about her sexuality and her right to enjoy gratification that she wasn’t getting from her husband of 12 years. She confided that “he finds my breasts and vagina very easily. Sometimes I let him have his way, much to my dismay, despite my pleas that I need more than his cock inside of me for a few minutes.”

On the day she called me, Laura was still ambivalent about the ‘adventure’ she was contemplating, but ultimately went for it due to her sexual deprivation that was slowly killing her soul, body and mind.

She needed to feel, she said. I rubbed her irresistible light brown body until she was relaxed and receptive and my intuitive hands were in sync with the deep desires that welled up inside her. I teased every hot spot on her body until she was saturated inside out with love hormones and viscous tasty juices.

More than two hours of unconditional erotic touching later, she broke out in spasmodic vibrations and intense writhing until she climaxed with a suppressed roar from deep inside her and finally rested in a comfortable snuggled position until she was back to Earth again.

There are many more juicy stories, but the point is that “happy endings” for women are sex-positive and a great learning experience that can benefit marriages.

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In fact, one of my clients even told me her husband announced to his friends that “this is the massage guy who prepared my wife for me the other night. We had the best sex together in several years. I don’t know what his magic is, but when she got home that night, she came at me like a wild animal.”

*The stories in this article are all true, but the names and some other details were changed to protect the privacy of the individuals involved. Any resemblance of similar experiences which anyone may have had or know of is only coincidental.

Confessions of a Massage Therapist


The following is an interview with Glenn Ferrugiari, the National Director of Body Services at Red Door Spas. As told to Hannah Morrill.

Before I became a massage therapist, I was a professional dancer in New York City for 15 years. I danced on Broadway, in movies, and in commercials. I knew dancing was destroying my body and I wanted to know how I could fix it, so I took anatomy and physiology. That education really helped me understand the musculature of the body.

When I left the theater, I did a lot of odd jobs. I was a headhunter and the director of training for a department store. Then, one day, I decided I needed to get away from the corporate world and became a reservationist at a spa. At the end of the day, the massage therapists would be exhausted and I’d rub their shoulders, palms, and forearms. They’d say, “You’re really, really good at this. You should probably be a massage therapist.” So I became one. It’s 15 years later, and I’ve worked for some very high-end spas before getting the job I have now.

Heavy Lifting

I would equate being a massage therapist to heavy physical labor. We might as well be digging ditches with the amount of effort, force, and physical exertion that we put into our work. We don’t just rub people with oil. And, let me tell you, no one wants anything but deep-tissue. While we don’t want to disappoint our guests, we also don’t want to kill ourselves. So we have to learn how to work smart and build stamina.

If you watch me, you’ll notice that although my hands are in constant contact with the guest’s body, I’m not doing a lot of arm motions. Most of the movement comes from my lower body-like my thighs, calves, and legs-which has bigger, stronger endurance muscles than my arms. I use the bulk of my lower body to augment the strength of my upper body.

We also have to learn how to work specific muscles. If we do that, guests will think we are using more pressure than we actually are. There are certain muscles that, when you put pressure on them, elicit that deep sensation people are looking for without a ton of effort by the massage therapist.

Energy Exchange

The people lying on our tables are absorbing energy from us; that’s an important part of the relaxation process. But sometimes, they want more than we can give. Generally we very rarely disconnect, or take our hands from their bodies, but there are certain times when we need to. I’ll remove my hands, put some peppermint on a tissue, put it in the front of my shirt, and breathe deeply. Within a second or so, I reconnect and am able to proceed.

Something Comes Up

There’s a physiological reason men sometimes get erections when they’re being massaged. The nervous system has two components: the sympathetic nervous system, which protects you, and the parasympathetic nervous system, which allows you to rest and relax. The latter is the component that’s stimulated by the band of muscles on either side of your spine. When you’re getting a massage, your parasympathetic nervous system is in overdrive. You are relaxed. You might be half asleep. And then, all of a sudden, a hand is going over a part of your body. Maybe it’s the back of your knee, or the side of your leg, or across your décolletage. But it’s going to trigger a natural physical response in your body-and in men it’s visible, while in women it’s not. Men should not be embarrassed. We’re trained on how to control it: A little bit of pain, a little pinch in your shoulder, and the sympathetic nervous system kicks right back in.

There’s nothing wrong with someone getting an erection. What’s wrong is when it becomes inappropriate on their part. I paid $18,000 to get my license, and there is no way on God’s good Earth that you could convince me to do anything inappropriate during a treatment. It’s my reputation, it’s my livelihood, and, in most cases, it’s the guests who initiate those actions. At some of the high-end spas I’ve worked at, it’s rampant. It’s not a part of my career or profession that I enjoy talking about.

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