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Hey guys, starting a thread on Shea for two reasons:
(1) everyone seems to love him and he shows up in every “best of” list, so it only seems fair, and
(2) his account is always frozen when I’m in Orlando so I haven’t gotten to try him out. 
Does anyone have any info on when he’ll be back in service, or if there’s a pattern to his extended absences?
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His main work has him traveling for months at a time

great thanks very much appreciated!

I don't think that would be something that any massage therapist working at a chain would want known, no matter how private that group might be.  I think things like that unfold based on chemistry and the individuals involved.  I used to go to a guy at M. Envy.  I did not know whether he was gay or straight.  He just gave a great massage.  But I did notice that with the increasing sessions, the draping would get more loose and I would get semi hard.  Then one day he pressed he erection into my face and provided a HE.  It was hot for sure, but I had no expectation of it. 

One of my best experiences was with a guy I found on a website maybe 15 years ago (maybe massagem4m? Can’t remember). Lots of guys in various states of undress on there, but he was fully dressed - the baggy T-shirt didn’t hide his biceps, though, or his square-jawed handsomeness for that matter. The first massage was very good, strictly therapeutic, draped. I remember that he would occasionally hum a bit with some of the longer back and leg strokes, which for whatever reason tuned me in to him and kind of emphasized how close his body was to mine. Short conversation afterwards, eye contact and smiles etc, warm hug, finito. The second massage was the same, except that afterwards we had the same routine (conversation/hug) BUT he had a raging hard on under his shorts. I did nothing about this - didn’t even let on that I noticed it (how could I not!!! Lol) - and left wishing I had. Anyway, the third massage started the same, but that all-powerful dick-brushing-the-arm/hand/head thing started up, the draping slowly moved farther and farther away from the things it was meant to cover (after his hands strayed just a little beyond the boundaries of the drape each time), and then he said quietly, “I never do this”. The drape had fully disappeared by now, and I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life, just quivering there on the table. I tugged on his shorts a little bit, and within 5 seconds he was naked and sitting on my  face. 

Post script, we had sex a few times in sessions after that, but that third massage. Perfection. 

Post post script, this is why I don’t ask to be undraped. There’s nothing better than a masseur’s hands under the drape, and when that drape magically vanishes! 

Great topic. Like others, this has happened to me several times, and I prefer this much much more than signing up for a sensual/erotic massage to begin with, for two reasons. First, I really want a great massage, and therapeutic providers are way more likely to deliver a massage of high quality. Second, in contrast to many comments on this forum like “be very specific with exactly what you want,” what I’m really looking for is CHEMISTRY. If that happens, then I’m very excited to see where the session goes - something we discover together, not prescribed by me via text beforehand. 
 
I’ll think of some specific examples of my experiences and write them up. Would love to hear others’ experiences too in addition to the super hot ones above!

One of my best experiences was with a guy I found on a website maybe 15 years ago (maybe massagem4m? Can’t remember). Lots of guys in various states of undress on there, but he was fully dressed - the baggy T-shirt didn’t hide his biceps, though, or his square-jawed handsomeness for that matter. The first massage was very good, strictly therapeutic, draped. I remember that he would occasionally hum a bit with some of the longer back and leg strokes, which for whatever reason tuned me in to him and kind of emphasized how close his body was to mine. Short conversation afterwards, eye contact and smiles etc, warm hug, finito. The second massage was the same, except that afterwards we had the same routine (conversation/hug) BUT he had a raging hard on under his shorts. I did nothing about this - didn’t even let on that I noticed it (how could I not!!! Lol) - and left wishing I had. Anyway, the third massage started the same, but that all-powerful dick-brushing-the-arm/hand/head thing started up, the draping slowly moved farther and farther away from the things it was meant to cover (after his hands strayed just a little beyond the boundaries of the drape each time), and then he said quietly, “I never do this”. The drape had fully disappeared by now, and I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life, just quivering there on the table. I tugged on his shorts a little bit, and within 5 seconds he was naked and sitting on my  face. 

Post script, we had sex a few times in sessions after that, but that third massage. Perfection. 

Post post script, this is why I don’t ask to be undraped. There’s nothing better than a masseur’s hands under the drape, and when that drape magically vanishes! 

One of my best experiences was with a guy I found on a website maybe 15 years ago (maybe massagem4m? Can’t remember). Lots of guys in various states of undress on there, but he was fully dressed - the baggy T-shirt didn’t hide his biceps, though, or his square-jawed handsomeness for that matter. The first massage was very good, strictly therapeutic, draped. I remember that he would occasionally hum a bit with some of the longer back and leg strokes, which for whatever reason tuned me in to him and kind of emphasized how close his body was to mine. Short conversation afterwards, eye contact and smiles etc, warm hug, finito. The second massage was the same, except that afterwards we had the same routine (conversation/hug) BUT he had a raging hard on under his shorts. I did nothing about this - didn’t even let on that I noticed it (how could I not!!! Lol) - and left wishing I had. Anyway, the third massage started the same, but that all-powerful dick-brushing-the-arm/hand/head thing started up, the draping slowly moved farther and farther away from the things it was meant to cover (after his hands strayed just a little beyond the boundaries of the drape each time), and then he said quietly, “I never do this”. The drape had fully disappeared by now, and I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life, just quivering there on the table. I tugged on his shorts a little bit, and within 5 seconds he was naked and sitting on my  face. 

Post script, we had sex a few times in sessions after that, but that third massage. Perfection. 

Post post script, this is why I don’t ask to be undraped. There’s nothing better than a masseur’s hands under the drape, and when that drape magically vanishes! 

One of my best experiences was with a guy I found on a website maybe 15 years ago (maybe massagem4m? Can’t remember). Lots of guys in various states of undress on there, but he was fully dressed - the baggy T-shirt didn’t hide his biceps, though, or his square-jawed handsomeness for that matter. The first massage was very good, strictly therapeutic, draped. I remember that he would occasionally hum a bit with some of the longer back and leg strokes, which for whatever reason tuned me in to him and kind of emphasized how close his body was to mine. Short conversation afterwards, eye contact and smiles etc, warm hug, finito. The second massage was the same, except that afterwards we had the same routine (conversation/hug) BUT he had a raging hard on under his shorts. I did nothing about this - didn’t even let on that I noticed it (how could I not!!! Lol) - and left wishing I had. Anyway, the third massage started the same, but that all-powerful dick-brushing-the-arm/hand/head thing started up, the draping slowly moved farther and farther away from the things it was meant to cover (after his hands strayed just a little beyond the boundaries of the drape each time), and then he said quietly, “I never do this”. The drape had fully disappeared by now, and I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life, just quivering there on the table. I tugged on his shorts a little bit, and within 5 seconds he was naked and sitting on my  face. 

Post script, we had sex a few times in sessions after that, but that third massage. Perfection. 

Post post script, this is why I don’t ask to be undraped. There’s nothing better than a masseur’s hands under the drape, and when that drape magically vanishes! 

One of my best experiences was with a guy I found on a website maybe 15 years ago (maybe massagem4m? Can’t remember). Lots of guys in various states of undress on there, but he was fully dressed - the baggy T-shirt didn’t hide his biceps, though, or his square-jawed handsomeness for that matter. The first massage was very good, strictly therapeutic, draped. I remember that he would occasionally hum a bit with some of the longer back and leg strokes, which for whatever reason tuned me in to him and kind of emphasized how close his body was to mine. Short conversation afterwards, eye contact and smiles etc, warm hug, finito. The second massage was the same, except that afterwards we had the same routine (conversation/hug) BUT he had a raging hard on under his shorts. I did nothing about this - didn’t even let on that I noticed it (how could I not!!! Lol) - and left wishing I had. Anyway, the third massage started the same, but that all-powerful dick-brushing-the-arm/hand/head thing started up, the draping slowly moved farther and farther away from the things it was meant to cover (after his hands strayed just a little beyond the boundaries of the drape each time), and then he said quietly, “I never do this”. The drape had fully disappeared by now, and I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life, just quivering there on the table. I tugged on his shorts a little bit, and within 5 seconds he was naked and sitting on my  face. 

Post script, we had sex a few times in sessions after that, but that third massage. Perfection. 

Post post script, this is why I don’t ask to be undraped. There’s nothing better than a masseur’s hands under the drape, and when that drape magically vanishes! 

One of my best experiences was with a guy I found on a website maybe 15 years ago (maybe massagem4m? Can’t remember). Lots of guys in various states of undress on there, but he was fully dressed - the baggy T-shirt didn’t hide his biceps, though, or his square-jawed handsomeness for that matter. The first massage was very good, strictly therapeutic, draped. I remember that he would occasionally hum a bit with some of the longer back and leg strokes, which for whatever reason tuned me in to him and kind of emphasized how close his body was to mine. Short conversation afterwards, eye contact and smiles etc, warm hug, finito. The second massage was the same, except that afterwards we had the same routine (conversation/hug) BUT he had a raging hard on under his shorts. I did nothing about this - didn’t even let on that I noticed it (how could I not!!! Lol) - and left wishing I had. Anyway, the third massage started the same, but that all-powerful dick-brushing-the-arm/hand/head thing started up, the draping slowly moved farther and farther away from the things it was meant to cover (after his hands strayed just a little beyond the boundaries of the drape each time), and then he said quietly, “I never do this”. The drape had fully disappeared by now, and I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life, just quivering there on the table. I tugged on his shorts a little bit, and within 5 seconds he was naked and sitting on my  face. 

Post script, we had sex a few times in sessions after that, but that third massage. Perfection. 

Post post script, this is why I don’t ask to be undraped. There’s nothing better than a masseur’s hands under the drape, and when that drape magically vanishes! 

One of my best experiences was with a guy I found on a website maybe 15 years ago (maybe massagem4m? Can’t remember). Lots of guys in various states of undress on there, but he was fully dressed - the baggy T-shirt didn’t hide his biceps, though, or his square-jawed handsomeness for that matter. The first massage was very good, strictly therapeutic, draped. I remember that he would occasionally hum a bit with some of the longer back and leg strokes, which for whatever reason tuned me in to him and kind of emphasized how close his body was to mine. Short conversation afterwards, eye contact and smiles etc, warm hug, finito. The second massage was the same, except that afterwards we had the same routine (conversation/hug) BUT he had a raging hard on under his shorts. I did nothing about this - didn’t even let on that I noticed it (how could I not!!! Lol) - and left wishing I had. Anyway, the third massage started the same, but that all-powerful dick-brushing-the-arm/hand/head thing started up, the draping slowly moved farther and farther away from the things it was meant to cover (after his hands strayed just a little beyond the boundaries of the drape each time), and then he said quietly, “I never do this”. The drape had fully disappeared by now, and I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life, just quivering there on the table. I tugged on his shorts a little bit, and within 5 seconds he was naked and sitting on my  face. 

Post script, we had sex a few times in sessions after that, but that third massage. Perfection. 

Post post script, this is why I don’t ask to be undraped. There’s nothing better than a masseur’s hands under the drape, and when that drape magically vanishes! 

One of my best experiences was with a guy I found on a website maybe 15 years ago (maybe massagem4m? Can’t remember). Lots of guys in various states of undress on there, but he was fully dressed - the baggy T-shirt didn’t hide his biceps, though, or his square-jawed handsomeness for that matter. The first massage was very good, strictly therapeutic, draped. I remember that he would occasionally hum a bit with some of the longer back and leg strokes, which for whatever reason tuned me in to him and kind of emphasized how close his body was to mine. Short conversation afterwards, eye contact and smiles etc, warm hug, finito. The second massage was the same, except that afterwards we had the same routine (conversation/hug) BUT he had a raging hard on under his shorts. I did nothing about this - didn’t even let on that I noticed it (how could I not!!! Lol) - and left wishing I had. Anyway, the third massage started the same, but that all-powerful dick-brushing-the-arm/hand/head thing started up, the draping slowly moved farther and farther away from the things it was meant to cover (after his hands strayed just a little beyond the boundaries of the drape each time), and then he said quietly, “I never do this”. The drape had fully disappeared by now, and I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life, just quivering there on the table. I tugged on his shorts a little bit, and within 5 seconds he was naked and sitting on my  face. 

Post script, we had sex a few times in sessions after that, but that third massage. Perfection. 

Post post script, this is why I don’t ask to be undraped. There’s nothing better than a masseur’s hands under the drape, and when that drape magically vanishes! 

It In the UK we don't really have massage chains and so even legit, qualified massage therapists usually work out of their home where there's always a better chance something might happen. 
That said about 10-15 years ago I went to one guy who had a very professional set up in his home. It all looked like a medical office with his qualifications and other paraphernalia displayed, he wore quite a formal looking white outfit and got me to fill in and sign a form about my medical history. 
However he was also unphased when I said no to draping and it felt like he lingered on working on bits of me that got a audible reaction particularly around my glutes. Then there was a slight pause and then he moved up to work near my head and through the hole I could see he was no longer wearing trousers. Sure enough he was completely naked and soon when he was back at my side he rested his hardening cock in my hand. 
He then climbed on the table and rubbed his naked body against mine. Eventually I turned over and we kissed and 69d for a bit before we both came over my chest and face. After he cleaned me up he finished the massage still naked. 
I tried to see him again not long after but schedules didn't match and where he lived was awkward for me to get to. Not long after he started working out of a studio space in a health and Wellness shop which was much closer to me. I went along as the massage had been good but expecting nothing more given the location but as I stripped off for the massage he joined me in getting naked. So for over 10 years, on and off, I'd go along for a mutually naked massage that would always involve some kind of fun, at least kissing and wanking but sometimes even fucking with the added thrill of no one outside the room knowing what was happening. 
Sometimes when he was particularly horny the sex would overwhelm the massage to some extent, so a few times he had his tongue in my hole 10 minutes in getting me ready for his cock. It fizzled out for various reasons around Covid. I still see him sometimes but it's now pretty much above board though he's still fine for me to be naked and still lingers a bit on the more sensual parts and seems happy if that makes me hard. 

One of my best experiences was with a guy I found on a website maybe 15 years ago (maybe massagem4m? Can’t remember). Lots of guys in various states of undress on there, but he was fully dressed - the baggy T-shirt didn’t hide his biceps, though, or his square-jawed handsomeness for that matter. The first massage was very good, strictly therapeutic, draped. I remember that he would occasionally hum a bit with some of the longer back and leg strokes, which for whatever reason tuned me in to him and kind of emphasized how close his body was to mine. Short conversation afterwards, eye contact and smiles etc, warm hug, finito. The second massage was the same, except that afterwards we had the same routine (conversation/hug) BUT he had a raging hard on under his shorts. I did nothing about this - didn’t even let on that I noticed it (how could I not!!! Lol) - and left wishing I had. Anyway, the third massage started the same, but that all-powerful dick-brushing-the-arm/hand/head thing started up, the draping slowly moved farther and farther away from the things it was meant to cover (after his hands strayed just a little beyond the boundaries of the drape each time), and then he said quietly, “I never do this”. The drape had fully disappeared by now, and I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life, just quivering there on the table. I tugged on his shorts a little bit, and within 5 seconds he was naked and sitting on my  face. 

Post script, we had sex a few times in sessions after that, but that third massage. Perfection. 

Post post script, this is why I don’t ask to be undraped. There’s nothing better than a masseur’s hands under the drape, and when that drape magically vanishes! 

One of my best experiences was with a guy I found on a website maybe 15 years ago (maybe massagem4m? Can’t remember). Lots of guys in various states of undress on there, but he was fully dressed - the baggy T-shirt didn’t hide his biceps, though, or his square-jawed handsomeness for that matter. The first massage was very good, strictly therapeutic, draped. I remember that he would occasionally hum a bit with some of the longer back and leg strokes, which for whatever reason tuned me in to him and kind of emphasized how close his body was to mine. Short conversation afterwards, eye contact and smiles etc, warm hug, finito. The second massage was the same, except that afterwards we had the same routine (conversation/hug) BUT he had a raging hard on under his shorts. I did nothing about this - didn’t even let on that I noticed it (how could I not!!! Lol) - and left wishing I had. Anyway, the third massage started the same, but that all-powerful dick-brushing-the-arm/hand/head thing started up, the draping slowly moved farther and farther away from the things it was meant to cover (after his hands strayed just a little beyond the boundaries of the drape each time), and then he said quietly, “I never do this”. The drape had fully disappeared by now, and I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life, just quivering there on the table. I tugged on his shorts a little bit, and within 5 seconds he was naked and sitting on my  face. 

Post script, we had sex a few times in sessions after that, but that third massage. Perfection. 

Post post script, this is why I don’t ask to be undraped. There’s nothing better than a masseur’s hands under the drape, and when that drape magically vanishes! 

One of my best experiences was with a guy I found on a website maybe 15 years ago (maybe massagem4m? Can’t remember). Lots of guys in various states of undress on there, but he was fully dressed - the baggy T-shirt didn’t hide his biceps, though, or his square-jawed handsomeness for that matter. The first massage was very good, strictly therapeutic, draped. I remember that he would occasionally hum a bit with some of the longer back and leg strokes, which for whatever reason tuned me in to him and kind of emphasized how close his body was to mine. Short conversation afterwards, eye contact and smiles etc, warm hug, finito. The second massage was the same, except that afterwards we had the same routine (conversation/hug) BUT he had a raging hard on under his shorts. I did nothing about this - didn’t even let on that I noticed it (how could I not!!! Lol) - and left wishing I had. Anyway, the third massage started the same, but that all-powerful dick-brushing-the-arm/hand/head thing started up, the draping slowly moved farther and farther away from the things it was meant to cover (after his hands strayed just a little beyond the boundaries of the drape each time), and then he said quietly, “I never do this”. The drape had fully disappeared by now, and I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life, just quivering there on the table. I tugged on his shorts a little bit, and within 5 seconds he was naked and sitting on my  face. 

Post script, we had sex a few times in sessions after that, but that third massage. Perfection. 

Post post script, this is why I don’t ask to be undraped. There’s nothing better than a masseur’s hands under the drape, and when that drape magically vanishes! 

Great topic. Like others, this has happened to me several times, and I prefer this much much more than signing up for a sensual/erotic massage to begin with, for two reasons. First, I really want a great massage, and therapeutic providers are way more likely to deliver a massage of high quality. Second, in contrast to many comments on this forum like “be very specific with exactly what you want,” what I’m really looking for is CHEMISTRY. If that happens, then I’m very excited to see where the session goes - something we discover together, not prescribed by me via text beforehand. 
 
I’ll think of some specific examples of my experiences and write them up. Would love to hear others’ experiences too in addition to the super hot ones above!

One of my best experiences was with a guy I found on a website maybe 15 years ago (maybe massagem4m? Can’t remember). Lots of guys in various states of undress on there, but he was fully dressed - the baggy T-shirt didn’t hide his biceps, though, or his square-jawed handsomeness for that matter. The first massage was very good, strictly therapeutic, draped. I remember that he would occasionally hum a bit with some of the longer back and leg strokes, which for whatever reason tuned me in to him and kind of emphasized how close his body was to mine. Short conversation afterwards, eye contact and smiles etc, warm hug, finito. The second massage was the same, except that afterwards we had the same routine (conversation/hug) BUT he had a raging hard on under his shorts. I did nothing about this - didn’t even let on that I noticed it (how could I not!!! Lol) - and left wishing I had. Anyway, the third massage started the same, but that all-powerful dick-brushing-the-arm/hand/head thing started up, the draping slowly moved farther and farther away from the things it was meant to cover (after his hands strayed just a little beyond the boundaries of the drape each time), and then he said quietly, “I never do this”. The drape had fully disappeared by now, and I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life, just quivering there on the table. I tugged on his shorts a little bit, and within 5 seconds he was naked and sitting on my  face. 

Post script, we had sex a few times in sessions after that, but that third massage. Perfection. 

Post post script, this is why I don’t ask to be undraped. There’s nothing better than a masseur’s hands under the drape, and when that drape magically vanishes! 

One of my best experiences was with a guy I found on a website maybe 15 years ago (maybe massagem4m? Can’t remember). Lots of guys in various states of undress on there, but he was fully dressed - the baggy T-shirt didn’t hide his biceps, though, or his square-jawed handsomeness for that matter. The first massage was very good, strictly therapeutic, draped. I remember that he would occasionally hum a bit with some of the longer back and leg strokes, which for whatever reason tuned me in to him and kind of emphasized how close his body was to mine. Short conversation afterwards, eye contact and smiles etc, warm hug, finito. The second massage was the same, except that afterwards we had the same routine (conversation/hug) BUT he had a raging hard on under his shorts. I did nothing about this - didn’t even let on that I noticed it (how could I not!!! Lol) - and left wishing I had. Anyway, the third massage started the same, but that all-powerful dick-brushing-the-arm/hand/head thing started up, the draping slowly moved farther and farther away from the things it was meant to cover (after his hands strayed just a little beyond the boundaries of the drape each time), and then he said quietly, “I never do this”. The drape had fully disappeared by now, and I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life, just quivering there on the table. I tugged on his shorts a little bit, and within 5 seconds he was naked and sitting on my  face. 

Post script, we had sex a few times in sessions after that, but that third massage. Perfection. 

Post post script, this is why I don’t ask to be undraped. There’s nothing better than a masseur’s hands under the drape, and when that drape magically vanishes! 

One of my best experiences was with a guy I found on a website maybe 15 years ago (maybe massagem4m? Can’t remember). Lots of guys in various states of undress on there, but he was fully dressed - the baggy T-shirt didn’t hide his biceps, though, or his square-jawed handsomeness for that matter. The first massage was very good, strictly therapeutic, draped. I remember that he would occasionally hum a bit with some of the longer back and leg strokes, which for whatever reason tuned me in to him and kind of emphasized how close his body was to mine. Short conversation afterwards, eye contact and smiles etc, warm hug, finito. The second massage was the same, except that afterwards we had the same routine (conversation/hug) BUT he had a raging hard on under his shorts. I did nothing about this - didn’t even let on that I noticed it (how could I not!!! Lol) - and left wishing I had. Anyway, the third massage started the same, but that all-powerful dick-brushing-the-arm/hand/head thing started up, the draping slowly moved farther and farther away from the things it was meant to cover (after his hands strayed just a little beyond the boundaries of the drape each time), and then he said quietly, “I never do this”. The drape had fully disappeared by now, and I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life, just quivering there on the table. I tugged on his shorts a little bit, and within 5 seconds he was naked and sitting on my  face. 

Post script, we had sex a few times in sessions after that, but that third massage. Perfection. 

Post post script, this is why I don’t ask to be undraped. There’s nothing better than a masseur’s hands under the drape, and when that drape magically vanishes! 

One of my best experiences was with a guy I found on a website maybe 15 years ago (maybe massagem4m? Can’t remember). Lots of guys in various states of undress on there, but he was fully dressed - the baggy T-shirt didn’t hide his biceps, though, or his square-jawed handsomeness for that matter. The first massage was very good, strictly therapeutic, draped. I remember that he would occasionally hum a bit with some of the longer back and leg strokes, which for whatever reason tuned me in to him and kind of emphasized how close his body was to mine. Short conversation afterwards, eye contact and smiles etc, warm hug, finito. The second massage was the same, except that afterwards we had the same routine (conversation/hug) BUT he had a raging hard on under his shorts. I did nothing about this - didn’t even let on that I noticed it (how could I not!!! Lol) - and left wishing I had. Anyway, the third massage started the same, but that all-powerful dick-brushing-the-arm/hand/head thing started up, the draping slowly moved farther and farther away from the things it was meant to cover (after his hands strayed just a little beyond the boundaries of the drape each time), and then he said quietly, “I never do this”. The drape had fully disappeared by now, and I was as hard as I’d ever been in my life, just quivering there on the table. I tugged on his shorts a little bit, and within 5 seconds he was naked and sitting on my  face. 

Post script, we had sex a few times in sessions after that, but that third massage. Perfection. 

Post post script, this is why I don’t ask to be undraped. There’s nothing better than a masseur’s hands under the drape, and when that drape magically vanishes! 

Great topic. Like others, this has happened to me several times, and I prefer this much much more than signing up for a sensual/erotic massage to begin with, for two reasons. First, I really want a great massage, and therapeutic providers are way more likely to deliver a massage of high quality. Second, in contrast to many comments on this forum like “be very specific with exactly what you want,” what I’m really looking for is CHEMISTRY. If that happens, then I’m very excited to see where the session goes - something we discover together, not prescribed by me via text beforehand. 
 
I’ll think of some specific examples of my experiences and write them up. Would love to hear others’ experiences too in addition to the super hot ones above!

Great topic. Like others, this has happened to me several times, and I prefer this much much more than signing up for a sensual/erotic massage to begin with, for two reasons. First, I really want a great massage, and therapeutic providers are way more likely to deliver a massage of high quality. Second, in contrast to many comments on this forum like “be very specific with exactly what you want,” what I’m really looking for is CHEMISTRY. If that happens, then I’m very excited to see where the session goes - something we discover together, not prescribed by me via text beforehand. 
 
I’ll think of some specific examples of my experiences and write them up. Would love to hear others’ experiences too in addition to the super hot ones above!