Smokey

I've stayed through horrible conditions because I was unwilling to make a scene. I was younger then, I'd like to think I'd have the confidence now to say "oh no, I'm leaving".

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You seem to be new to The Spa. Do your homework. There are more than 50 pages of comments on Utopia.

I’m so glad you made this comment...
 
Which is also why I never tell others if my massage goes further than expected.
 
What happens with one client isn’t guaranteed to happen to the next...

Perhaps you should ask: Are there any escorts that can give a good massage...
 
If you desire more than a massage and a happy ending, hire an escort - I am sure they will be glad to help you play put a massage fantasy.
 
Your mileage may vary with a masseur and you are likely to be disappointed...

I too love a good foot massage but did not realize why some trained in massage will not do until I asked. Your feet carry a great deal of bacteria and fungus. If the person doing your massage does not clean his hands well and then goes on to the rest of your body you have a chance of getting skin infections such as ringworm and bacterial breakouts. I had a regular who did a great foot massage and would then sanitize his hands and that’s where I learned

Pour into their hands and rub together to warm it up. The oil can feel cold and be a bit of a shock when it’s just poured directly onto skin.
 
Having said that it kind of turns me on because it’s a mini sneak preview of where his hands are going to touch me next. Especially like when I feel it running down my crack

A masseur I saw would start each session by rubbing down your feet with one of those cleansing wipes. Then he would work a moisturizing cream into each foot before starting the massage. When he would reach your feet about halfway through he would spend about 5 minutes massaging each foot after some leg stretches. Bliss.
Too bad he moved away...

A good foot massage is the best way to start -- I find it helps loosen all my tense muscles elsewhere and puts my mind in a zen state. Although some can be painful - but even then my body melts into butter after.

Over the years, more than once I've gotten a good or better massage that turned into all out sex at the end. HE's that turned into BJs have been most common, but have also had a couple guys jump on and ride me. A couple of times, it was more passionate--a full-body ending turned into making out and then a trip to the nearby bed. One time, the post-massage shower was shared and turned into a second coming, so to speak. Another time a greeting kiss led right to all out sex even before the massage. And once, while I was almost half asleep and still face down, a guy tried to drill me without asking. That got stopped in a hurry.
 
My impression is that it is very much a function of how horny the masseur is and how he reacts to you personally. If I gave you these guy's names, you wouldn't necessarily get anything more than a good massage and an HE, would be my guess anyway.

One where the massage rather than the porn is the focus...
https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=152580060

My rec: don't mix personal grooming and massage/escorts. I only trust licensed professionals to wield sharp tools around my cock. LOL

I don't know if it's the vice squad, but it's inappropriate to divulge information pertaining to the private activities between two adults in a public forum such as this. Even private messages can be problematic in this regard.
 
If someone advertises as an escort, fine. They have put themselves out there as offering such services. But masseurs should not be subjected to this type of voyeurism.
 
In many cases it's probably useless practical information anyway as people do different things with different clients because they know and like them. They trust them (they believe they won't "kiss and tell' on a forum such as this). They are attracted to them....etc., etc.
 
Often it's a matter of building a rapport with a masseur to get to a different level of experience. That may take time. And frankly that can add to the satisfaction and the fun.
 
But a sure way to end any beyond expectation encounters with a therapist is to start blabbing about it here.

And timing. Like all humans, sometimes masseurs want more and sometimes they don't.
 
Sometimes they just had it and don't want it again...for awhile.
 
So, unless you specifically request and/ or pay for it, you can't expect more than the bargained massage.
 
It all depends on the day, the person, what you wear, how you smell, what you say....
 
So many variables.

Disclaimer: The experience I'm about to describe never resulted in a massage!
 
I was new to Houston, didn't know about this forum, had had only one massage from a guy on MF, and woke up one morning determined to have a massage that day. VERY early, I started scanning Craigslist. There was an enticing photograph of a young, slim, muscular guy, face excluded, with an equally enticing, albeit brief, description of his services. The price was right (a dollar a minute) and he wasn't far away. He listed his hours as "anytime," so I texted him. He responded quickly, identified himself as Matthew, and we landed on 10:30 a.m. for our appointment at his studio. I asked for an hour, with the option to extend the time if all was going well (which I typically do for a first visit, if the masseur is amenable). He texted his address. All this occurred about 7:00 a.m.
 
I arrived at his very nice mid-rise apartment complex and there was a gate, which he had not mentioned. As I was about to text him for the code, up pulled a FedEx truck, so I just followed it through. Found his building, climbed to the top floor (there might've been an elevator, but I didn't see it), and at precisely 10:25, I knocked on the door. No answer. No footsteps. I texted him. No answer. I knocked again. Nothing. Texted again. Nothing. I know, I know: I should've just left, but after this long, I was curious. Knocked one more time, LOUDLY, and soon heard footsteps and the door hardware rattling from the inside.
 
He opened the door, YAWNING and rubbing his eyes, foul breath emanating from his wide-open mouth. "Aw, man, what time is it?" "It's after 10:30," I replied. "Aw, man, I'm sorry, I musta fell asleep on the couch. I had a rough night. Come on in." His hair was a mess and he was wearing only long gym pants; his upper body was totally ripped, though, which, along with the positively ELEGANT apartment, was the only reason I stepped farther into his home. "Right this way," he said, leading me into a small room that contained a massage table with no sheets, a futon made up as a bed, and a computer desk, on which sat an open laptop.
 
Matthew sat down at the desk and began noodling on the laptop. He said, "Let me find us some music. What kinda music you like, man?" "Oh, anything like you might here in a spa, or jazz, or classical. Something instrumental." More noodling. He eventually landed on something okay and I said that would be fine. Then he moved over to the futon and stretched out. "Man, I've got the WORST breath! I had garlic last night. I ain't even had time to brush my teeth this morning. You need the bathroom?" I said no, and then he went across the hall to brush his teeth, thank God! "Go ahead and get undressed and we'll start out face down," he said through a mouth full of toothpaste.
 
When he emerged, he was wearing short gym pants, and his nice hairy legs showed. He sat at the computer and watched me as I finished undressing and laid on the table. I laid there on the bare leather massage table with my face in the cradle for what seemed like 10 minutes while I heard him typing on the computer. Just as I raised my head to say something, he got up and came around behind me. He put one hand on each heel and put my feet together. "Well, you're symmetrical," he said. I replied, "And that's a good thing, I take it?" No response. He moved each hand up to the backs of my calves and squeezed them. Then he abruptly came up to my right shoulder, rubbed it a little bit, and said, "Man, I'm sorry, but we're all out of time."
 
I jumped up from there and got dressed faster than I ever have during a backstage costume change as he said, "Next time, it'll be $20 off. Just text me. My name's Matthew." I said, "Okay, well that's nice of you, but I asked for an hour today and I've been here less than 30 minutes, so here's a 20." I handed him the $20 and he grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Aw, thanks, man." He laid back down on the futon and I showed myself out.
 
Worst massage ever? Actually, there was no massage. Definitely in my top five weirdest experiences.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Lurking this site has shown me how people are attracted to all types of looks. He may not be worth it to you or I, but there are people out there that like what is shown. If I had money to spare, I'd give him a shot. Alas, my income isn't unlimited.

$500 for outcall, is he charging $100 for each foot in height?>!

I hired a massage therapist that admitted some personal challenges that were slightly worrisome to me, the kind of pitiful stuff one wouldn't spread around. Would have been much better if he didn't speak, yet he never stopped. The worst part of all was how he combined drumming, poking and slapping my back in time to the music and would punctuate it with hand claps to the beat at certain points. I almost hoped his music stream would play "shave and a haircut" just to hear whether he'd answer with the inevitable "clap clap" . https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dp_07psbkJs:99

I'd have suggested Hoover, but I think I'd look terrible in a dress
 
*rimshot*

The guy is unhappy with his job. I'm sorry for him.
 
Time for everyone to just move on.

OK if he is such a legit only masseur why adam4adam there are plenty of sites to advertise out there that are more geared to legit masseurs. I don't even like the phrase "legit masseurs." In my mind a happy ending or sensual elements does not delegitimize anyone.

Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.

Shy and relaxing. Comforting with low vibrating warmth like slow burning coals. Builds nicely and confidently. HE is good. Have seen more than once with no sign that the routine becomes more creative than the consistent and solid session that it is. Dont get your hopes up. Just enjoy. A-

Should be a capital offense.
 
I’m allergic to meditation. Put me in a lotus position and a swarm of inane thoughts attack my brain But put me on a massage table and I automatically achieve nirvana immediately - unless someone speaks.
 
One of the best massage experiences I ever had was with two very handsome guys who worked out of their high rise apartment several blocks west of Columbus Circle in New York. Their massage was deep and mainly therapeutic and rather asexual although we were all nude. They worked silently with balletic coordination: one on the upper body the other on the lower. And the one working on the lower body was completely blind. At the end they left the room quietly suggesting I could lie there as long as I needed. Even once dressed I needed to sit a bit before facing reality again. Wish I could find them again.