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In the sultry, sweltering heat of a tropical alright, a mysterious establishment beckoned. The sign above the door read: “Kama Massage: For the Discerning Male.” Intrigued, I pushed open the heavy wooden door, a bell tinkling lightly overhead. The interior was dimly lit and fragrant with incense. Along the walls, plush couches in deep crimson invited repose.
A young woman greeted me, her eyes coyly downcast. “Welcome, sir. How may we serve you today?” Her voice was soft, melodic. I requested the most… comprehensive service they offered. A wicked smile playing at her lush lips, she nodded. “Of course, sir. Please, make yourself comfortable.”
I sank into the plush velvet, marveling at the ornate carvings adorning the walls. The woman returned shortly, a shapely goddess clad in diaphanous pantaloons and a just barely serviceable halter. “I trust you’ll enjoy Madhu’s skilled touch, sir.” With that, she withdrew.
Madhu appeared moments later, a coy creative tiptoeing into my eyeline. My jaw instantly dropped at the sight of her.racleous. Gorgous. Full, ample breasts appeared to strain against her thin top, nipples prominent. Her round, womanly hips swayed hypnotically as she approached, an tantalizing expanse of milky skin on display. Her look, as she stopped over me, was knowing. Anticipatory.
“Please, remove your clothing, sir.” Her voice was honeyed, commanding. I complyed eagerly, eyes devouring her delectable form as I disrobed. Then Madhu’s full, plush and pillowy hands were on me. Kneading, working my body. Her touch, skilled, exploring every inch. Her breasts swayed, brushing against me as she moved.
I was quickly, deliciously lost to sensation, succumbing utterly to her ministrations. Madhu worked Down my body. down, down. Her fingertips light as a feather as they grazed the insides of my thighs. She paused, leaning in close. I could feel her breath on my sensitive flesh. Then, oh God, her tongue. Hot and wet. Teasing around my most sensitive spots.
I throbbed with need, groaning. “Madhu please…” My plea was broken, guttural. She looked up at me then through long, sooty lashes, her dark eyes brimming with mischief and desire. Slowly, teasingly, she worked her way upwards again. Her fingertips danced over my bare chest, tweaking my nipples playfully.
Bending down she captured one brown bud in her mouth. Suckling, playin. I thought I would explode from the sensation. As if sensing my desperation, she shifted. Suddenly, her wet heat was sliding down my shaft. Oh blessed heavens. I thought only some celestial fantasy could feel so exquisite.
She rode me slow, in a delectable rhythm, grinding. Her breasts bobbing mesmerizingly. Over and over, she moved on me. My eyes rolled back, lost in the bliss of it all. Animalistic grunts escaped me, as pleasure built and built like a wave about to crash. Then, in an instant, I was overwhelmed. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me as I emptied myself into her.
I was vaguely aware of Madhu rising from my spent form, her face gleaming. The beginnings of a well-satisfied smile playing about her lips. As the fog began to recede, it occurred to me how much I had missed. This intimate dance. The depth of connection. In this moment, it’s as if I could see her soul. Feel it entwined with my own. The gravity of the realization sank deep into my core.
After a time I pushed myself up, grabbing my clothes. The woman from earlier was there again, sympathy in her eyes. “Take care, dearling. Such deep, intimate encounters can leave in an vulnerable state. That is the power of Kama, after all. The heights of pleasure and connection we are capable of.” She patted my arm solicitously, ushering me out.
In a haze, I stepped back out into the hot, unforgiving sun. The resolution hit me like a physical blow: The woman who had brought me to such heights of ecstasy was a stranger. A total stranger. Despite that profound moment of connection, she knew nothing true of me. Nothing about my godsash life beyond fleeting, sweat-soaked encounter.
I shudder to think what might have happened had I let myself be swept up in the moment. I could have fallen for her, been strung along, used. These sordid massage parlors are notorious for preying on men. Using their base physical needs against them. Thank heavens my wits were intact when I departed.
Who knows what danger I could have found myself in, pouring my life story out to some opportunistic temptress? It saddens me to think how easily a moment of mindless bliss could have careened into tragedy. That interlude clarified one thing for me above all else: clarity. I will prioritize getting a sober second thought before indulging my baser instincts moving forward. That recurring protect instinct. It’s indispensable.
