The Most Memorable Massage Experience: A Deep Dive into Sensual Healing

Years ago, while on a 7-day pass in Thailand during a break from the Vietnam War, I had a memorable experience with a masseuse that has remained etched in my memories. It all began with a standard massage, but it quickly transformed into something far more intimate and sensual.

Setting the Stage

I had visited the masseuse before, and the experience had been pleasant. This time, however, it was different. From the start, the masseuse asked if I would like some erotic fun. Though surprised, I acquiesced to her desires, understanding the unique and mysterious world of her profession.

The Sensual Massage

Rather than undressing me, she asked me to remove my clothing and step onto the massage table, face down. Before I knew it, a blindfold was placed over my eyes, and a gag was inserted into my mouth. A plush pillow was placed under my pelvic area, elevating my bottom, making my most intimate parts fully exposed. Next, she tied each of my wrists and ankles to the table's corners, immobilizing me completely.

The Massage Begins

At first, she began the massage with just the tips of her fingers and her long nails, eliciting a sensation that was both teasing and pleasurable. Mr. Johnson, as I affectionately referred to it, was already rock hard, and the anticipation was palpable. She then poured a warming oil down my buttock crack and over Mr. Johnson and the twin boys, intensifying the sensory experience.

The Intimate Touch

As the massage continued, she worked her fingers slowly into my buttock hole, probing and massaging my prostate. The sensation was amazing, and I was completely helpless, unable to move. She then added a third set of hands, one probing my prostate, one squeezing my twin boys, and one teasing and stroking Mr. Johnson. I could not help but wonder if another person had entered the room, though I never heard a sound, and remained in the dark about their gender.

The Unforgettable Intrusion

After what felt like an eternity, the hands stopped working and a penis or dildo began to enter my butt hole. This was a sensation I had never experienced before, but as is true for all experiences, I was powerless to resist. As the dildo slid in, it brushed against my prostate, followed by the squeezing of my twin boys and the teasing of Mr. Johnson. The entire time, not a single word was spoken.

The Climax

The sensations were too intense to bear, and I was brought to the brink of climax. The experience then stopped, allowing Mr. Johnson to recover before starting again. After two such moments, I was finally permitted to climax. The release was explosive and unforgettable.

The Aftermath

The masseuse whispered in my ear that an attendant would untie me, shower me, and give me a full body exfoliation. She hoped I had enjoyed the erotic experience and wished for me to return. Sadly, the experience was a fleeting memory, as 90 days later, I was returned to the United States on duty and could not repeat the experience for years to come. However, the memory remains vivid and cherished.

Later, I realized that masseuse and erotic massage were more than just sensory experiences; they were journeys into a world where physical and emotional boundaries blurred. The sensory experience left a lasting impression, and the memories continue to hold a special place in my heart, even as I age.